I would like to meet the honest side of day. Collage (From the French: coller, to stick) is regarded as a work of visual arts made from an assemblage of different forms, thus creating a new whole. Use of this technique made its dramatic appearance among oil paintings in the early 20th century as an art form of groundbreaking novelty.An artistic collage work may include newspaper clippings, ribbons, bits of colored or hand-made papers, portions of other artwork, photographs, and such, glued to a solid support or canvas. An innovative collage technique that eliminates liquid adhesives from the collage assembly process was developed by Jonathan Talbot, who creates multi-dimensional collage-construction.--------------
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Jump up into fear, we passed the tears back and forth. what should I say to ease this pain that talks beside me. faster and faster, we tailed away. what secrets can I dig in?
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Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "Eldorado," Flag of Our Union (Boston), April 21, 1849. ELDORADO. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.But he grew old — This knight so bold — And o'er his heart a shadow Fell, as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado.And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow — 'Shadow,' said he, 'Where can it be — This land of Eldorado?' 'Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,' The shade replied, — 'If you seek for Eldorado!' +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++E dgar Allan Poe, "To Mary," the Southern Literary Messenger, July 1835 TO MARY Mary, amid the cares -- the woes Crowding around my earthly path -- (Sad path, alas! where grows Not ev'n one lonely rose) -- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of sweet repose. And thus thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea -- Some lake beset as lake can be With storms -- but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually Just o'er that one bright island smile.
The Turtle, you know the one that beats the hare in the great race.