Marnie…or the Trip to Venice She had often derided these groups, scornfully describing them as amateurs, and said that she’d rather die than walk around Venice wi… Illumination Unlike candles on a birthday cake, ….these shining, brilliant candles continue to burn bright long after their silent longings… Venice vs Venus Words are superfluous on these aromatic balmy evenings / when gentle touches, eyes and smiles speak for themselves The Masked Carnival The bridges are full / of revellers and noise / Passing gondolas with girls, / attracting the boys / Lovers glide on the waters / as blac… Morning in Venice These things I recall with such vividness and such detail, / it’s as though I am once again gazing out my favorite bedroom window / u… Talking at the party Should I gamble perfection or preserve it in its brevity forever? The Great Snow Cone Adventure “What flavour?” / “Hmm, do you have cola? No? I’ll have orange.” / “What size?” / I know that thi… pirouetting stars of Venice Within the sunbeams of the early evenings / mellow clouds, / sparkling sounds of the miestro’s violin pirouettes / upon the refrac… A very little brag…………… I am so delighted and wish to share this with you. / The prestigious magazine “Australian Artist” has published my article on &… Beyond the Bubble I’m in Hong Kong. A nervous stop over as the threat of the SARS virus is at its peak. People everywhere are wearing hospital like masks ove… Put a Dollar in My Hat I am a glass walker, / Fast talker, / Down on Venice Beach. / I am a sex demon, / Fangs gleaming, / Up the Boulevard. / I am a dope dealer,… Om The Walkway on Venice Beach Bob Marley echoed from small shop / “The music is really color” they used to say / Colors swirled / In a sage haze / Rambling p… For Ms J, on “Burning to be free”. Of echoing marble palaces she came, / torn by the heat of the music from genius fingers, / slow roasted by candle heat and flickering fire,… VENICE…The Worlds Most Romantic CITY Whats Valentines Day without a mention of the Worlds most Romantic City. / I Went to Venice in 1998 I arrived by Train Staion which takes y… Is That You, Papa? I mentioned that he used to crouch down at a little spot called Harry’s Bar, just steps away from where we stood. She excitedly implo… The photograph I couldn’t take A photographic opportunity, think Eisenstein or Fellini films, that I couldn’t take. WWho wants to come to Venice beach for a minute o… Its a FUN PLACE THE CARNIVAL OF VENICE The magic of Venice and its carnival…. Found Poetry: A Tribute to “The Merchant o… And the winner isn’t… / Sympathize with Antonio? Methinks I shan’t. / He’s the picture of virtue, selfless and noble, / but “such a won… tate london- venice venice bienial / [Video] / turner prize nominated works / [Video] Outside a Venice Motel Tiny bedroom addicts lay / listlessly / floating in the spaces between / finite and retribution / and no matter how quickly i need to re… Venetian Reflective Impressionism On the morning of our last day in Venezia it felt as if Gerry had put in a special order for an ideal Venetian goodbye gift. Belgium. Belgian Venice. Picture taken with a black gel pen, beds, water color pencils.