I wish I had a picture. I wish I had a story. But I am just spending time. I've taken more pictures of houses and cars on my walks around town. I developed some 4x5 film yesterday. Nothing turned out.
That is how life feels now.
I have no pictures. I have no stories. I can't even make one up.
Nothing turned out.
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In this I shall fail grail tort, aye twist
at the sight of the third eye hovering,
Don Quixote jousting with a drooping lance-
one tear, or blue at just the right moment;
what say you to the movement of the Book,
as the figures dance, a blade of green grass
a quick flash then thunder
when the sky falls, a face wet in the night
what law is this
that throws me to my knees
a curtained sleet that slashes me;
a chrysalis holding not yet?
A labour to unbind it, Atlas shifts the world.
Sweetly does May come round with promises
secrets play at children's knees
in the meadow everyone comes home free
when the trees cast shadows
and the owl eyes glow.
It is as though
you wept at the thought of it
and I sat next to you
filled with wonder.
Thomas E. Brady
If tales and images were dust particles, I am sure you have enough stories and pictures to fill a mid-sized cathedral.
ReplyDeleteBut somedays it is best to keep things to yourself.
I get that.
I like this picture.
I watched the old Henry Hathaway film “Niagara” yesterday. 1953 film. The feller used venetian blinds like Van Gogh used a palette knife. There were thick cross hatches of noir light in every scene with a window. Plus, there was Marilyn Monroe and Jean Peters in the same film. Peters was an Ohio gal and a college Literature major. She didn’t make many films, but I’ve liked her in everyone I’ve seen.
Catch you on the flip side.
Thanks guys for the bolster. Some days are like that now. More often than in the past. More often than not now, it seems.
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