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

Sunday, November 13, 2011

going places


  1. The Door

    Go and open the door.
    Maybe outside there's
    A tree, or a wood,
    A garden,
    Or a magic city.

    Go and open the door.
    Maybe a dog's rummaging.
    Maybe you'll see a face,
    Or an eye,
    Or the picture
    Of a picture.

    Go and open the door.
    If there's a fog
    It will clear.

    Go and open the door.
    even if there's only
    the darkness ticking,
    even if there's only
    the hollow wind,
    even if
    is there,
    go and open the door.

    At least
    There'll be
    A draught.

    By Miroslav Holub
    Translated by Ian Milner

  2. briliant composition once again erin....the way the poem populates the little holes of speechlessness of the photos is someone only you could have mixed on your palette...

  3. This was a gorgeous entry.

  4. there is much contrast in these photographs
    yet such a softness about them.

    i love them of course because of you and L.



"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))