for the record atmo 10.14.02
the lug is not the frame.
the geometry is not the frame.
the alignment is not the frame.
the material is not the frame.
the frame is the frame. Richard Sachs, American Bicycle Framebuilder
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for the record atmo 10.14.02 the lug is not the frame. the geometry is not the frame. the alignment is not the frame. the material is not the frame. the frame is the frame. Richard Sachs, American Bicycle Framebuilder SEPTEMBER I miss the tilt and racket of your face, the collapsing factories of your anger, the shoreline wearing your boas of foam— the steel mirror of your silence, your glass contingencies, in the night’s hold. I miss the morning’s coverlet of cloud, one gull flying east over the moving distances while closer in the [...] GOING DOWN HILL ON A BICYCLE A Boy’s Song With lifted feet, hands still, I am poised, and down the hill Dart, with heedful mind; The air goes by in a wind. Swifter and yet more swift, Till the heart with a mighty lift Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:— “O bird, see; see, [...] SEPTEMBER I miss the tilt and racket of your face, the collapsing factories of your anger, the shoreline wearing your boas of foam— the steel mirror of your silence, your glass contingencies, in the night’s hold. I miss the morning’s coverlet of cloud, one gull flying east over the moving distances while closer in the [...] FLOGGING MOLLY – DRUNKEN LULLABIES Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Five hundred years like Gelignite Have blown us all to hell What Savior rests while on his cross we die Forgotten freedom burns Has the Shepherd led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun [...] THE BLUE ANGEL Marlene Dietrich is singing a lament for mechanical love. She leans against a mortarboard tree on a plateau by the seashore. She’s a life-sized toy, the doll of eternity; her hair is shaped like an abstract hat made out of white steel. Her face is powdered, whitewashed and immobile like a robot. [...] Is it cheesy to crib a post for your own blog from comments that you’ve left on someone else’s? Fastgrrrl wrote today about having a sense of place, and how places leave their mark on people. My place … I’m still trying to determine exactly where my place is … It’s the Tennessee River, drifting [...] |
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