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

Thursday, June 6, 2013

this too, being true, is not one thing




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  1. Never just one thing! How complex and multifaceted our world, our make-up. We could develop quite a psychosis just thinking about it all...

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    1. Rosaria, welcome to my psychosis;)

      xo
      erin

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    1. dirk, deceptively simple.

      xo
      erin

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  3. Have missed your relevant words not realizing that your previous blog...white space//had been revised or replaced by ...photographs from a white space.
    Glad I found you. Hope you don't mind if I follow.

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    1. of course you can come:)) i have been leaning away from blogging, the world too much with me this last while, the story, of course, deeper than this but i'll leave it here for now.

      it's always good to hear your gentle voice, marcoantonio))

      xo
      erin

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  4. that's in lieu of...in search of white space to photgraphs from a white space...

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  5. And this is life, while falling.

    This photo. I lean with this being.

    I have a photo of a spent tulip leaning on the wall. How expressive these beings are, and as they fade how much they give us!

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    1. i wonder, ruth, at what point we are spent and don't we still have value, always have value? you are right, i think, to love your tulip))

      i kept thinking of this poppy's core as death. i was persistent with it. and then after considering the photograph, all of the seeds remaining, how could i imagine it as death? it is the beginning of life. how foolish i am so often.

      xo
      erin

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  6. Not one thing. Not two. Something along those lines.

    Truth looks most vibrant :)

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    1. no, not even two:) i wonder why i am so moved to count? for the same reason i am so eager to categorize or name. such failings, if you could lay them out, count them, categorize them and name them, would leave a photograph of me. (but then i realize the photograph exists of me in terms of all these foibles regardless, always on the ledge of time, always at the point of falling away, in fact, ultimately even though with such a common name, erin, unnameable.)

      xo
      erin

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  7. How can we not be moved by nature around us? Your image reminds me of a quote by Georgia O'Keefe, “Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”

    You, Erin, take the time to look, and to see.

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  8. J’appellerai cette magnifique photo : Fin de vie avec passage de témoin.

    Belle soirée, Erin

    Roger

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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))