Red Ball (the City is not made for Horses)
In the man-made city, the horse, a symbol of grace and vital power,is out of his world. A fish out of water. He is driven to distraction. When he sees a red ball, left there perhaps by some street kid, he panics. He goes off in a mad gallop that will (probably) lead him to his destruction.
Is there any space for Grace and Vital Power in the cold and geometric city built by Man?
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I've put my horse in my blog with another (I think more appropriate) title: Jumping in the void (meaning the void/ether of Internet!)
Do check it out on my blog:
http://claudenougat.blogspot.com
Or google it typing in: CLAUDE NOUGAT
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