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

Thursday, May 16, 2013

from out of the silence many voices speak



5 comments:

  1. keep writing...keep speaking..

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  2. There is a struggle to see (for me) and to understand the form, the composition, the meaning of this image.
    On a bigger plane, this is what we do everyday.

    (sometimes,I talk myself out of self-examination, as if 'it's too murky in there', why take myself through this hell)

    Now, and all this day, I shall revisit your image, your desire for it to speak with many voices and ask myself what makes this process so hard to verbalize.

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  3. Yes, I echo Rosaria. I wait for a feeling, meaning, voices. In the ensuing silence I am content.

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  4. it feels like floating underwater and seeing a bright yellow being float by. i've missed you lately. :-) xo

    "There is magic in long-distance friendships. They let you relate to other human beings in a way that goes beyond being physically together and is often more profound." ~Diana Cortes

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  5. these flowers were shot in reflection on the side of my black car last summer. i had stopped the car and gotten out up the long logging road that runs out of town. how the world transforms when we dare to stop and be a part of it. even though silence laid down around me like lambs after the last thud of the my car door, while standing and welcoming that which is, voices rose all around me. it seemed flowers grew even where it was impossible. and what is impossible? what do we truly know?

    aimmee, i am, i do, but i find less and less real value in what i say. this is not discouraging or painful. it is only that i realize that i am speaking at, not from, and i want to speak from.

    Rosaria, "There is a struggle to see (for me) and to understand the form, the composition, the meaning of this image. On a bigger plane, this is what we do everyday.", exactly. have you ever met a person you knew in your youth and they have swollen into older age and you look and then you look again inside the face to find the person you knew? it is like this even with things. it is like this with all things. there are so many levels of being.

    ruth, you're very lucky to be content in the silence. i begin to be but for moments of brawling with myself:)

    marion, i miss you too. and in ways i miss myself. i am too busy in the world lately and this is the most difficult thing for me. i do not thrive in absence.

    i sense the underwater world in this photo too. perhaps this is the underlying world where things are in fact more fluid.

    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))