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  landscape - my name is norman bates
going through my old videotape collections from the 80s posting obscure stuff that's not currently up here. enjoy! going through my old videotape collections from the 80s posting obscure stuff that's not currently up here. enjoy! going through my old videotape collections from the 80s posting obscure stuff that's not currently up here. enjoy!
  landscape - einstein a go go
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  john cage "imaginary landscape no. 1"
my music video for john cage's my music video for john cage's my music video for john cage's
  john cage "in a landscape"
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  imaginary landscape no. 5 (1952) by john cage
imaginary landscape no. 5 (1952) was john cage's first work for magnetic tape, employing imaginary landscape no. 5 (1952) was john cage's first work for magnetic tape, employing imaginary landscape no. 5 (1952) was john cage's first work for magnetic tape, employing
  william orbit - in a landscape
a track from orbit's 2000 album 'pieces in a modern style' which also featured his better known arrangement of barber's adagio for strings. this track was written by minimalist john cage. a track from orbit's 2000 album 'pieces in a modern style' which also featured his better known arrangement of barber's adagio for strings. this track was written by minimalist john cage. a track from orbit's 2000 album 'pieces in a modern style' which also featured his better known arrangement of barber's adagio for strings. this track was written by minimalist john cage.
  web 2.0 expo ny: gary vaynerchuk (wine l...
building personal brand within the social media landscape. note: this presentation contains adult language. building personal brand within the social media landscape. note: this presentation contains adult language. building personal brand within the social media landscape. note: this presentation contains adult language.
  fotoplastikon - technological landscape
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  scenic landscape slideshow - time by ala...
scenic landscape slideshow - scenic landscape slideshow - scenic landscape slideshow -
  permaculture for the inner landscape
peak moment 39: facilitator and musician melanie rios believes life can be much richer after peak oil -- with lighter living that gives back time and joy. she facilitates communication skills to help groups peak moment 39: facilitator and musician melanie rios believes life can be much richer after peak oil -- with lighter living that gives back time and joy. she facilitates communication skills to help groups peak moment 39: facilitator and musician melanie rios believes life can be much richer after peak oil -- with lighter living that gives back time and joy. she facilitates communication skills to help groups
  digital photography tips for capturing n...
find out about the best time of day, when to use flash, and how to add dimension and depth to your landscape photos and other nature shots. a great start for the beginning photographer. brought to you by hp and pro photographer and momtracey clark. find out about the best time of day, when to use flash, and how to add dimension and depth to your landscape photos and other nature shots. a great start for the beginning photographer. brought to you by hp and pro photographer and momtracey clark. find out about the best time of day, when to use flash, and how to add dimension and depth to your landscape photos and other nature shots. a great start for the beginning photographer. brought to you by hp and pro photographer and momtracey clark.
  bryce #08: landscape 5 (the forest)
the forest is another quick and easy landscape using a the forest is another quick and easy landscape using a the forest is another quick and easy landscape using a
  sand art grand landscape
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  naked athletes as landscape by charles bryant
naked athletes as landscape (from 'waddon ponds' 1980, originally entitled 'mindscene') sturdy swell of bee-inviting grassy banks; outstretched athlete's muscular thighs draped in soft green silk; a landscape of such athletes, side by side; barrel-vaulted chests awave with small wild pansies, wide-eyed daisies. mysteriously intense, air full of thunder, unshed moisture, all the hollows expect refreshing rain. as if those athletes, every tender one, anticipate the after-exercise in showers huddled side by side again beneath a dripping faucet flank by massive flank and all aglow with hard excitement. mist round mountains' rocky loins swathes nudity with prudish wreaths; upright athletes these who stand and stretch arm high, wistfully sigh remorse for shyness not yet overcome by masculine attainment, the huge relief of having done what is not yet undone, as it were, still buttoned and clothed. for who will tear the texture, unweave the fabric densely twined? 'much better had that nudity been bare, not secretly hidden', the watching watcher says who would have such forms stripped, open to the eye and to the touch, living michaelangelesques, nude angels. the hooded disbelieving crow waits patiently, watches and waits in an arm of a blasted tree. a wandering stranger, he who stepped from the height as down a stair, similarly beautifully naked (such forms proliferate in empty air) descends with blue eyes full of malice for what he will not see, his mind at rest, locked in eternal verities that neither grow nor fade. stagnation's in the valley fogs and damps where hesitating purpose strays and moans and hands reach out to stroke an arm or thigh, and then retract. side by side they lie and dream of fraught conjunctions, purple gold and crimson. but fear restricts their channel, makes it ebb. there are some among them, one or two, blood-princes of the world that they enact, who do the thing the others wish to do, like full streams flow by several stages down to a bottomless sea. here's the paradox, known only to the few: arrested movement alone is totally free, forever poised to act. cursed hands - the athletes understand the ban which binds them massed apart - curved full lips that prayed and strayed across a willing body and a face glowing with a separate grace; a voice like sniggering water, glance of an outrageous god who would admit no bound or bar but traced the curving line from head to foot. from the silver birch wood: music; choral yearnings and a piercing pipe; sounds of dancing, chanting; corporate life beneath the thick dark leaves around the central fire, naked bodies, scent of human sap, welling fountain of the happy free. here the intertwinings mesh where body moulds to body, mind to mind finds double relief, sensation seeks sensation. but even that is, strangely, not enough. still there's something lacking, something lost, a wide expanse of darkness. breaking cover like a fearful animal, an unclothed bacchic boy bounds across the yielding turf in panic desperation, falls at the stranger's feet; and looking up discovers the image of thirst's fulfilment: stocky thews, broad chest and narrow waist, upright pulsing member and a glance full of mastering pity and remorse as if he'd seen the whole of things and wept at man's depravity. arms that held creation, feet that straddled continents and seas; a mind that peered through shape and form and purpose and sensed the end of everything; the one companion-lover, fastest friend; the wandering deity-stranger. gazing on that dream, the boy's transformed, slowly as the blinking of an eye, into a sickly fading flower that imperceptibly shrivels and dies. cries from the birchwood mock him in pursuit as the mountain's master, presence of the mountain, clustered peaks, waves his jewelled wand above his head in a storm of cracking thunder; and as the dim mist clears, folds his arms and sinks into the earth. naked athletes as landscape (from 'waddon ponds' 1980, originally entitled 'mindscene') sturdy swell of bee-inviting grassy banks; outstretched athlete's muscular thighs draped in soft green silk; a landscape of such athletes, side by side; barrel-vaulted chests awave with small wild pansies, wide-eyed daisies. mysteriously intense, air full of thunder, unshed moisture, all the hollows expect refreshing rain. as if those athletes, every tender one, anticipate the after-exercise in showers huddled side by side again beneath a dripping faucet flank by massive flank and all aglow with hard excitement. mist round mountains' rocky loins swathes nudity with prudish wreaths; upright athletes these who stand and stretch arm high, wistfully sigh remorse for shyness not yet overcome by masculine attainment, the huge relief of having done what is not yet undone, as it were, still buttoned and clothed. for who will tear the texture, unweave the fabric densely twined? 'much better had that nudity been bare, not secretly hidden', the watching watcher says who would have such forms stripped, open to the eye and to the touch, living michaelangelesques, nude angels. the hooded disbelieving crow waits patiently, watches and waits in an arm of a blasted tree. a wandering stranger, he who stepped from the height as down a stair, similarly beautifully naked (such forms proliferate in empty air) descends with blue eyes full of malice for what he will not see, his mind at rest, locked in eternal verities that neither grow nor fade. stagnation's in the valley fogs and damps where hesitating purpose strays and moans and hands reach out to stroke an arm or thigh, and then retract. side by side they lie and dream of fraught conjunctions, purple gold and crimson. but fear restricts their channel, makes it ebb. there are some among them, one or two, blood-princes of the world that they enact, who do the thing the others wish to do, like full streams flow by several stages down to a bottomless sea. here's the paradox, known only to the few: arrested movement alone is totally free, forever poised to act. cursed hands - the athletes understand the ban which binds them massed apart - curved full lips that prayed and strayed across a willing body and a face glowing with a separate grace; a voice like sniggering water, glance of an outrageous god who would admit no bound or bar but traced the curving line from head to foot. from the silver birch wood: music; choral yearnings and a piercing pipe; sounds of dancing, chanting; corporate life beneath the thick dark leaves around the central fire, naked bodies, scent of human sap, welling fountain of the happy free. here the intertwinings mesh where body moulds to body, mind to mind finds double relief, sensation seeks sensation. but even that is, strangely, not enough. still there's something lacking, something lost, a wide expanse of darkness. breaking cover like a fearful animal, an unclothed bacchic boy bounds across the yielding turf in panic desperation, falls at the stranger's feet; and looking up discovers the image of thirst's fulfilment: stocky thews, broad chest and narrow waist, upright pulsing member and a glance full of mastering pity and remorse as if he'd seen the whole of things and wept at man's depravity. arms that held creation, feet that straddled continents and seas; a mind that peered through shape and form and purpose and sensed the end of everything; the one companion-lover, fastest friend; the wandering deity-stranger. gazing on that dream, the boy's transformed, slowly as the blinking of an eye, into a sickly fading flower that imperceptibly shrivels and dies. cries from the birchwood mock him in pursuit as the mountain's master, presence of the mountain, clustered peaks, waves his jewelled wand above his head in a storm of cracking thunder; and as the dim mist clears, folds his arms and sinks into the earth. naked athletes as landscape (from 'waddon ponds' 1980, originally entitled 'mindscene') sturdy swell of bee-inviting grassy banks; outstretched athlete's muscular thighs draped in soft green silk; a landscape of such athletes, side by side; barrel-vaulted chests awave with small wild pansies, wide-eyed daisies. mysteriously intense, air full of thunder, unshed moisture, all the hollows expect refreshing rain. as if those athletes, every tender one, anticipate the after-exercise in showers huddled side by side again beneath a dripping faucet flank by massive flank and all aglow with hard excitement. mist round mountains' rocky loins swathes nudity with prudish wreaths; upright athletes these who stand and stretch arm high, wistfully sigh remorse for shyness not yet overcome by masculine attainment, the huge relief of having done what is not yet undone, as it were, still buttoned and clothed. for who will tear the texture, unweave the fabric densely twined? 'much better had that nudity been bare, not secretly hidden', the watching watcher says who would have such forms stripped, open to the eye and to the touch, living michaelangelesques, nude angels. the hooded disbelieving crow waits patiently, watches and waits in an arm of a blasted tree. a wandering stranger, he who stepped from the height as down a stair, similarly beautifully naked (such forms proliferate in empty air) descends with blue eyes full of malice for what he will not see, his mind at rest, locked in eternal verities that neither grow nor fade. stagnation's in the valley fogs and damps where hesitating purpose strays and moans and hands reach out to stroke an arm or thigh, and then retract. side by side they lie and dream of fraught conjunctions, purple gold and crimson. but fear restricts their channel, makes it ebb. there are some among them, one or two, blood-princes of the world that they enact, who do the thing the others wish to do, like full streams flow by several stages down to a bottomless sea. here's the paradox, known only to the few: arrested movement alone is totally free, forever poised to act. cursed hands - the athletes understand the ban which binds them massed apart - curved full lips that prayed and strayed across a willing body and a face glowing with a separate grace; a voice like sniggering water, glance of an outrageous god who would admit no bound or bar but traced the curving line from head to foot. from the silver birch wood: music; choral yearnings and a piercing pipe; sounds of dancing, chanting; corporate life beneath the thick dark leaves around the central fire, naked bodies, scent of human sap, welling fountain of the happy free. here the intertwinings mesh where body moulds to body, mind to mind finds double relief, sensation seeks sensation. but even that is, strangely, not enough. still there's something lacking, something lost, a wide expanse of darkness. breaking cover like a fearful animal, an unclothed bacchic boy bounds across the yielding turf in panic desperation, falls at the stranger's feet; and looking up discovers the image of thirst's fulfilment: stocky thews, broad chest and narrow waist, upright pulsing member and a glance full of mastering pity and remorse as if he'd seen the whole of things and wept at man's depravity. arms that held creation, feet that straddled continents and seas; a mind that peered through shape and form and purpose and sensed the end of everything; the one companion-lover, fastest friend; the wandering deity-stranger. gazing on that dream, the boy's transformed, slowly as the blinking of an eye, into a sickly fading flower that imperceptibly shrivels and dies. cries from the birchwood mock him in pursuit as the mountain's master, presence of the mountain, clustered peaks, waves his jewelled wand above his head in a storm of cracking thunder; and as the dim mist clears, folds his arms and sinks into the earth.
  simcity 4: landscape
landscaping a large body of water in simcity 4 for a city to be built. landscaping a large body of water in simcity 4 for a city to be built. landscaping a large body of water in simcity 4 for a city to be built.
  ella fitzgerald sings "useless landscape...
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