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I'm working on a poem that starts with the line
"I never believed in starfish"
which is just about the fact that I didn't know the realness of them until I saw them in the ocean where they actually thrive. I'd even petted them in aquariums, but it just didn't register.
I may have to have a line in it about heiroglyphs.
Today I got to go to the Museum of Fine Art in Boston, and the antiquities were so much fun.
I stared at the side of a sarcophagus, just realizing that those hieroglyphs were the way they were writing. Real information, written.
They're just so funky. It seemed incredible. Not that I disbelieved it, it just wasn't real to me.
Now it is. And I also can see what they mean when they mention a "cartouche"
Like they do in this awesome book:
"I never believed in starfish"
which is just about the fact that I didn't know the realness of them until I saw them in the ocean where they actually thrive. I'd even petted them in aquariums, but it just didn't register.
I may have to have a line in it about heiroglyphs.
Today I got to go to the Museum of Fine Art in Boston, and the antiquities were so much fun.
I stared at the side of a sarcophagus, just realizing that those hieroglyphs were the way they were writing. Real information, written.
They're just so funky. It seemed incredible. Not that I disbelieved it, it just wasn't real to me.
Now it is. And I also can see what they mean when they mention a "cartouche"
Like they do in this awesome book:
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Date: 2010-03-11 02:13 pm (UTC)From:Wait, what? You're here? Hi. Welcome.
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Date: 2010-03-11 02:58 pm (UTC)From:Since I have family here I drop in and out of the state every once in a while. Usually without time to do more than exhaust their patience with me....