not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, February 28, 2011

longing




like a mouth watering


and yet, i feel me sooth myself
an old woman patting my thigh
there, there, it will come in time
and for now, foolish child
there is today

4 comments:

  1. i feel like i've been missing out.

    your photographs are as imaginative and unique as your writing. i guess it's all just reflections of what's going on in that mind of yours. each little glimpse i'm offered feels like a gift. thank you.

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  2. Yes, the photos are just what I would expect from you. Simple. Minimal. Powerful.

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  3. erin - true poet - true artist.

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  4. thank you

    i kind of feel my photographs are just jelly beans, though. funny eh. i look at them and realize that i can not escape myself.

    i'll try though.

    xo
    erin

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))