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PHOTOGRAPHS BY
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ANNE STAVELEY
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FOOTNOTES Answers at left are excerpts from stories by Sumner Carnahan, published by Burning Books: 1 2 3 4 5
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“Dialogue Between the Self” — 13 Stories “Her Life and Times” — One Inch Equals 25 Miles “What Happened” — The Time Is Now “Mona Lisa” — 13 Stories “The X,Y, Z of It” — One Inch Equals 25 Miles
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The time is now. It is the year of the simple message. The style is imitation, the technique to cheat.The world has abandoned the lion eagle ox in favor of the thirtysecond spot. There are no presents for children, everything is obvious, envy has erased all sympathetic response. Fire burns on unencumbered by water, uninspired by air. This is a description of mediocrity. There is more headroom, but one’s feet are forced into slippers of steel. Pride holds the multitudes in a continual, habitual process of re-adornment. The sun sets and rises without saturation of the senses, rises and sets without redemption of the soul. Approaching the azimuth now, the sun condenses its message to opposites.There will be good fortune, there will be evil. — M.S.C.
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