Jan/Feb 2000

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When He Paints His Masterpiece
I'm beginning to think whatever it is, it's about restraint and the refusal of release. Performance as catharsis is greasy kid stuff. The greats will take you there and leave you there. Won't let you escape. Wings beating at cold crystal ceilings. Bruised wings. Until you learn to love your limits. Until you don't want to be anywhere else but where you have no choice being.
Stanley Jenkins


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Paul J. Sampson


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