art_nouveau jane i've been sitting here for god knows how long--hours?--looking at art nouveau and thinking i wish i was mucha, i wish i was klimt...i wish i posed for mucha with long flowing hair like a river and such intriging facial structure and lips you could sleep on...i suppose you could sleep on my lips but i still didn't pose for alphonse mucha...i could be smoking job cigarettes & eating grapes off the vine on the border of the page & smiling like i know something that no one in the world knows, some incomprehensible secret i'll take with me to the ivy-vine-laced gates of heaven designed by nigel tudor or someone else who does gates...& for some reason i think these people would like to listen to dave matthews band with me...maybe because i'm listening to dancing nancies live at red rocks...for some reason i feel it more than usual..."don't you ever wonder, could i have been...anyone..." & somehow i am lost within all this art i missed in my lifetime & wonder if i am going to be a part of something someone will be wanting to be a part of in the future...sitting there like i am now...thinking the past is easier than the future... 030925 what's it to you? who go blather from