i take your place in bed, you leaving the bed to brush your teeth, me scurrying to my rightful side.
"hurry," you say, "before the heat goes."
but it has always been going in this way.
and this is no poem.
in fact, this refutes all poetry. damn all poetry!
damn clocks and sheets and damn your skin.
yes, damn your sweet soft skin.
virginia, december 2012
"I now know that there exists another punctum (another 'stigmatum') than the 'detail.' This new punctum, which is no longer of form but of intensity, is Time, the lacerating emphasis of the noeme ('that-has-been'), its pure representation...the punctum is: he is going to die...a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is a catastrophe."
Barthes, Camera Lucida
manitoulin island, january 2013