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What is your Medium?: Painting, Drawing, Sculpture, Printmaking

Tell us about yourself.: Not quite sure at this time.

Website:: http://www.glennszegedy.com

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So...I can write what I want? I'll never be alone again??? Oh Joy. Let's try this. Dead Dog The dog lay dead. No, not quite dead. No one noticed the tail twitch, the leg move. If spoken to, the dog would have responded. No one spoke. They buried him alive, that dead dog that wasn't dead. And all to soon he was forgotten.

Posted on April 30, 2008 at 3:51pm — 2 Comments

I did it

I did it, now what do I do with it? My future is wide open.........Oh Boy!!!! on a less stubborn note...this really is a wonderful thing.

Posted on April 30, 2008 at 7:46am — 7 Comments

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At 10:47am on June 21, 2008, Anna Harrison said…: Hey SweetPea - I love the name "squidley", so cute!! I had a lovely time with you and Ron, we will have to do it again sometime! You tell me in re: the commission. You want pictures? You got it! You want to show him for a while? No problem! But the label has to say "from the private collection of Anna L. Harrison" or something like that...makes me feel important... :)

At 8:33am on June 21, 2008, Gay Tracy said…: We have company this weekend and they LOVE the octopus !!! But then we had great discussion and disagreement on the subject of your print. I will have to get the artists point of view.
Gay

At 3:58pm on May 27, 2008, Gay Tracy said…: Turkey was colorful and tasty. I sent you and Maxine a post card from their Priapism National Park.
Gay

At 11:56am on May 24, 2008, Kristin A. Knowlton said…: Babbles about baubles with bubbles and Michael Buble's bible... ;>)~ Ruvv ya hunny!

At 9:11am on May 22, 2008, Anna Harrison said…: I agree, the online format is superb! Pats on the back all around!
patpatpatpatpatpatpatpat...okay, I'll stop now. :)

At 4:50pm on May 21, 2008, Anna Harrison said…: There once was a poem from me
that disappeared like train-track debris
Is the newsletter better
wondering whether
to lick ones' elbow just to see?

At 1:19pm on May 16, 2008, Rex said…: There once was a doggy from Lowell
Who found a dynamite stick in his bowl
As he bit down,
He thought what have I found?
As his brains shot through his butthole

At 6:47pm on May 2, 2008, Glenn W Szegedy said…: Ned, or is it Fred? is really dead, and Bobbles buddy has permanent narcolepsy, not to mention digestion issues after his snack.

That said, it appears this thread is also going no where, so let's try this one instead.........

Passage

Let us begin.
Straddle the ripped flesh that beckens.
Rend muscle from bone.
Gorge yourself,
For you know not when the next meal will be.

Let us continue.
Smash bone and sinew.
Spread marrow upon salt laden ground.
Anoint yourself with what remains
Be proud, for you are strong .

Let us finish.
Vomit chunks and pieces.
Until they lay puddled at your feet.
Roll, until stick and leaf and vomit provide cover.
Delight in what you have become.
Despair at what you could have been.

At 8:33pm on May 1, 2008, Andrea Bobroff Peters said…: You took to blogging very quickly!
I liked the dead dog poem. My dog is dead. Way dead. Sad to say, he wasn't right in the head. His name was Ned. No, I think it was Fred. He had a favorite chewy toy, it was red. I think it's still under the bed. Where it will lay, unplayed with as though it too was dead.