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Sunday, January 12, 2014

drifting snow, saudade's susurration






yesterday's snow
perfectly windblown to the height of its arc
sundering field from road
                                     with voluptuous protrusion


as woman's thigh, warm and persuasive,  hangs to her personage
as vowel sculpts consonant and begs of sound meaning


                                     and tomorrow, rain.


13 comments:

  1. Hermosas imágenes, de una delicadeza sutil.
    Como lo mínimo, nos golpea, nos arrastra a un territorio desconocido y a la vez familiar. Creo que la palabra voluptuosa se adapta perfectamente a estas curvas apenas insinuadas, una trampa para la mirada.
    Mañana es posible que llueva y lave esta alfombra, pero hoy hemos gozado con ella y eso nadie nos lo puede quitar.
    Un abrazo, tu amigo Dámaso

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    1. damaso, you see the voluptuousness too? as i ran in the country and came upon this i was suddenly staggered. i stopped and could not breathe. i wanted to run my hand along the body of the world but my hand was not equipped and the body is always leaving us. we long to have hands capable enough, don't we?

      thank you so much. i hold you in return, my friend.

      xo
      erin

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  2. these have got to be some of the most sensuous photographs i have ever seen. how these curvatures of wind-caressed snow reflect suggest incarnate the curvatures of a woman's body, the purity of my lover's skin ... and simultaneously how they mean the sculpted arcs of sound in the hollows of the mouth, as the undulations of the snow speak this moment of the earth to the sky -- all mirrored and touched into truth in this perfect poem, its accumulation of S's paired with wide, soft vowels -- snow, sundering, persuasive -- like the shaping wind that loves the shaped concavities of snow or throat, so much already said in its music, even prior to the sense of the words ... lovely and lovely and lovely ....

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    1. i can not do anything but be quiet and grateful in this attention)))) (yes, yes, yes, the snow, the sound, the wind, the hollow))))

      (so often it is your mouth speaking me)

      xo
      erin

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  3. Erin,
    Brilliant Brilliant pictures. I used to think I had an eye for something similar. But this is beyond comparison. The minimalism that you manage to capture. Aahh..Never new the separation between two fairly regular things can be so breathtakingly captured..Thank you for not missing what we do..

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    1. manik, i think anyone capable of loving the juncture of being and nonbeing, word in mouth, snow to road, hand to body, even body to being might do this but thank you for receiving them so:))

      xo
      erin

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  4. minimalsitisk , delikat og veldig dekorativt!

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    1. dirk, the world is never boring, is it? it's always so busy seducing us:)

      xo
      erin

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  5. forever gaining,,you are, Tiny Leaf...amazing, glenn

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    1. gaining, glenn? a strange thing happens whereby i feel less and thereby that elusive gain simultaneously. it's a strange existence:) (and you?)

      xo
      erin

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  6. Will rain erode the woman, or fertilize?

    Blessings for a most Happy New Year, dear Erin xo

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    1. i think both, amanda. don't you?

      the sweet lure of saudade (a beautiful spanish word james and i just met over the holidays) is the essence of time feeding life like a bellows; rain, erosion and fertility, all necessary components.

      blessings and love to you)))

      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))