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

Thursday, March 24, 2011

history does not die


nothing dies, really, in the way we fight death
it just becomes something else

7 comments:

  1. to the earth
    and then a rebirth
    in a different form.

    we could think like this.

    ~robert

    wonderful combination
    the doorway
    your words

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  2. if we have the language wrong to begin with then how can we get the meaning right?

    i think we have it wrong, our dead head swing of the hammer to the negative terminology of certain things like death or endings or divorce or imperfection or even darkness or nothing. we have a blind stamp that suggests these things are things to rebuke, vile things. instead, they simply are, right? these things simply exist, all negative things to balance out the positive. it is inside of the word negative that our minds get warped, poinsoned. one side is nothing to cast about against. both sides simply are.

    me - just trying to keep things straight. i will need reminding from time to time.

    xo
    erin

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  3. yes, ollie, eternal transitions!

    robert, thank you. and it's funny, isn't it, you saying it's so wonderful i got low to get the shot but i remarked, no, i had to get high! it is a low shot but it is an upstairs shot and so i had to climb delapitated stairs and reach up and hang from the upstairs floor with my camera. perfect! both high and low in the single shot. friggen perfect!

    xo
    erin

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  4. a room strolls through us. stops at a window and looks out on a world of light.

    there's a little marxist in me. he crosses his fingers and closes his eyes in a wish for the end of history. no injustice, no poverty, no oppression. therefore no wars, no revolutions, no government, really. just people. me with a broom turned fishing rod, you with leaves of grass, robert with a camera, ollie with beers for everyone.

    i guess that's the point though: history becoming something else. thank god there's change - you know? - with the way things are and have always been. but there are moments - imagined if not lived - i would like to freeze. no not freeze. i want them to move, to live, to breathe, in my arms. to hold them there in an eternal august twilight.

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  5. Language... words are merely signposts, bumps on the walls to guide us in the dark...
    Turn the light on too bright and they distract us from our true destination.

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  6. L. the irony that we use them and yet they ensnare even our thoughts. how to get beyond, eh?

    andreas, ohhhhhh! in that eternal august twilight, meet you there!

    xo
    erin

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