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

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

what substance, any of us?


i know
in the boat of my belly
i am full of tales

wind whips
and i am but a scrap
in motion in the world

tin cans
ribbons, masticated sugar bags
flutter the crows away

the garden grows
into the day of now
for no reason

11 comments:

  1. ha!

    i know
    in the boat of my belly
    i am full of tales.

    and then:

    the garden grows
    into the day of now
    for no reason

    for no reason. ha!

    this has me running around laughing a good clean laugh of purest joy. like i'm drunk. more likely i'm crazy. you're crazy, erin: crazy-wonderful.

    this is wonderful! to me this is pure poetry. it doesn't get any more true, any more alive than this. hear me all who have ears! (damn it! i wish that statement was true.)

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  2. i forgot to say thanks.

    thank you, erin.

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  3. The fewer the reasons, the more fertile the garden. The Scarecrow was better without a brain. - Brendan

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  4. i can imagine you in a dark room doing this on open mic. lovely visuals in these words.

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  5. Now I know why I'm so hooked! No matter the day, the space I land on, the mood I'm in, here you are, "...a scrap in motion in the world" and I'm following you here and there.

    And with each picture, you attach another meaning to this world.

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  6. laura, thank you:) i'm in the best of company.

    andreas, you make me laugh, this energy you have. you make me miss a little of my own energy. it has lessenes since i've been back to work and as life has become so busy. as you run about laugh some extra joy for me:)

    aimee, i am the all time worst in public in any regards. i'd love to do it but i'm always the voyeur, never the one speaking or being seen. i like it this way, although i do wish some of these words might be heard elsewhere.

    rosaria, no matter the number of days i'm never done seeing things in at least a slightly new perspective. isn't that incredible - that we can never be right, that there is no one right, that we are never done.

    thank you all for coming. this was a shot i took a few years ago. always drawn toward the far away window, the light in the distance.

    xo
    erin

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  7. i am looking at open mic from afar right now but today someone told me where they have it in town, who knows...come to pdx and you can sit in the dark and i'll read some erin to the world!

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  8. omg i adore everything about this shot.

    love the idea of 'for no reason'.

    http://bohemiantwilight.blogspot.com/

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  9. what an image - you have a keen eye

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  10. Fantastic image Erin...
    Great story it tells.
    XXX

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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))