Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Friday, December 26, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Monday, December 22, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
“I am engulfed, I succumb … s’abîmer / to be engulfed ...outburst of annihilation which affects the amorous subject in despair or fulfillment.” — Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse
Photographer Amanda Jas
Song by Tim Hecker (click picture)
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
This is not where you expected.
You landed here in a fit of rage-
driving while the moon ticked across the sky,
while the dew collected on the blades in the field.
Whatever he'd said, you cut it at the throat,
then cut apart
what was left of your heart.
A house can only hold so much blood.
Now morning has burned away and revealed
a deserted landscape.
Those that once lived here,
gone in some unseen event.
Only a few graves
and the occasional lost dog remain.
Your hollowed chest should feel hurt for it.
Only a dead woman would feel nothing.
But all day long the dead go about their way.
Photographer Feeling The Green
Poem written 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
"I saw thousands of pumpkins last night
come floating in on the tide,
bumping up against the rocks and
rolling up on the beaches;
it must be Halloween in the sea."
— Richard Brautigan, The Pumpkin Tide