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

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

everyday has a way of unlocking the metaphor of being

early morning, january 3, 2013
 
 this too is a photograph of the iris passing

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    1. it is difficult, isn't it, roxana. yes, it is))))

      xo
      erin

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  2. Ahhhhhhhh!!!

    (I tried to be quiet, but it didn't work.)

    I adore this photo.

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    1. thank you, ruth. i do too. it was the first haircut i saw james give himself, such an ordinary and intimate moment. he was getting fancied up for our getting married which happened a couple hours later)))) i loved watching him watch himself.

      xo
      erin

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  3. amazing picture i black and white !

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  4. N'ayant pas trouvé de place pour le commentaire de ta photo du 15 septembre, je le fais ici:
    Et voici que la Vénus de Milo, ayant perdu ses bras dans cette histoire, prend le chemin des brumes pour se recomposer une silhouette,et nous amener à la troublante révélation de la chair incarnée. Oui, il s'agit bien de Vénus dont on parle, et de la femme dans tout son mystère, habillée de sa plus belle nudité. Les bras nous en tombent à notre tour, ma chère Erin.
    En toute amitié.

    Roger

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    1. roger, you respond so wonderfully to this you cause me to hesitate. i am temporarily, or permanently, whatever the case might become, leaving this place. i feel as though i am not able to say what it is i need to say, or i do not not have the ability to say it here, or i have nothing to say after all. certain walls ask certain things of us and i do not feel i am growing here and so i will pick up my skirts and find a new place to grow but i'll not leave you, dear friend, you who inspires and understands)))

      if you miss me you can always find me at noun, although i understand that with the language barriers much can be left between. (and always always you can write to me at thetinyleaf@gmail.com if you are so moved.)

      this goes for everyone. i'll not leave blogging. only these walls)))

      xo
      erin

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  5. Like Roger, I've been several times on your blog to leave a comment on the last entry missing, but it was impossible to do, I, I leave here.
    I loved the series, I think you've gotten through those images enter the world of loneliness and desire that so often are paired. Your we have taken in hand by a path intimate playing with blur and sharpness to make us partakers of this game of desire and seduction which is always a naked body. Indeed Venus was not far away.

    The responsibility for this terrible English is google translator.

    A big hug.

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    1. damaso)))))! you did wonderfully:) i thank you so much for your effort))

      photographs like that are difficult for me, damaso, as i hope that they show something of the world, of humanity, and not myself, and yet there is the ironic obviousness of my own naked body. i am stricken by the complexity of the paradox and so i removed them, although i hold them dearly in my heart.

      loneliness and desire, you write these two words and they are enough to break me open and want to hold you, want to be held. how poignantly difficult to be alive, but of course we must bear it with gratitude, the genesis of every first and last gift))))

      xo
      erin

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    2. you and roger have given me the assurance of understanding and so i repost (... for now)))

      love))))

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  6. lovely...you still supply the rites of passage to my imagination

    http://8thavesouth.blogspot.com/2011/06/poem-to-erin.html

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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))