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

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

to trace ice on glass (touching my husband's body)



to trace ice on glass

while outside the world shifts

i am neither brave nor depraved

i am the victim of this journey
entranced

joyfully   painfully   joyfully 
entranced


19 comments:

  1. I see the hair on his head — including lashes, beard, like the ice on the glass.

    We have no choice but to be enslaved, but we do have a choice about being entranced. And I bless you for this.

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    1. ruth, how grateful i am for you pointing this out. yes, we can choose the entrancement! we can choose to be enamored with the depths of all of this life.

      xo
      erin

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  2. i like this poem and the picture is really intense

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  3. yes I do find that your photos have the density of the missing mass, they have a really special force. They are really upsetting

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    1. arnaud, this is one of the most generous things anyone has ever said. thank you. i find it all terribly upsetting. tragic even. thank god for all of that.

      xo
      erin

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  4. ~~~

    no words, but an endless hug, you, him, the window, the light-filled curtains, the world

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    1. roxana, your wordlessness rushes at me like the wind and moves me.

      xo
      erin

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  5. A beautiful abstraction, we know that the body is there, but the thoughts can not be enslaved. Thanks for letting us travel with you.

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    1. damaso, but it's me who must say thank you for your coming along.

      xo
      erin

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  6. Joyfully enslaved I am too, by this colourless art of yours..This image reminds me of my grandfather..Light dresses man,in a metaphorical blank state..And here we are,writing on it..Wonderful

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    1. manik, if this man be like your grandfather then i have tremendous faith in the depths of your living. (but then i already had that.)

      xo
      erin

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  7. oh, erin, you fill the empty space with your soulful pics. they seemingl encapsulate your intent a spiritual quality.

    once again your commitment to exposing yourself comes through.

    your enslavement is your freedom

    gracias mi amiga

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  8. ...they (your pics) seemingly encapsulate your intent in a spiritual quality...

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    1. but nene, it's not me! it's the world! it's spirit! (but thank you)))

      xo
      erin

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  9. Una imatge que dona molt per pensar. Bona entrada,Erin!
    Una aberaçada.

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  10. ha - I love the gritty beauty of your words and photos. Continue on your journey...joyfully.

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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))