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If your sense of culture is more hip-hop than Edward Hopper, this page is not for you.
She was certainly not the model
for the nude in the upper-right hand
corner of the Edward Hopper images.
Her body is not visible in any
Edward Hopper painting.
But in an unconventional manner,
She modeled for Hopper.
Instead of posing in front of his easel,
she sat behind the artist, whose canvas
was blank until this woman started talking.
An immense cavern suddenly yawned before them
and from this sinister darkness
a great clumsy bus snorted and roared in the street,
a small warning printed on its side–
LOS ANGELES-SEATTLE.
Resigned transcontinental faces
were appliqued on the windowpane,
straw suitcases, sample cases,
honeymoon luggage
loaded in the back.
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According to LCSoL legend,
the "immense cavern"
is a short distance from
the diner pictured in
Edward Hopper's
Nighthawks
The modeled words
were taken from
Dawn Powell's
Turn, Magic Wheel
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Footnote
Neither this page nor any other page dedicated to Dawn Powell would exist
were it not for Mrs. CarPeo, who inroduced me to the author known as
"Hemingway's favorite living writer."
The next Dawn Powell page is here.
The next Edward Hopper page is there.
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This is GODFATHER OF MATH, The Sequel <<<<<>>>> If you continue reading, you may need laughter insurance.
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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I think therefore I am troubled = RENEE DESCARTES<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I think therefore I am troubled = RENEE DESCARTES<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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Not a word, but a sound—kiss.
ReplyDeleteI can hear it
DeleteAt the Dawning
Of a new day.