PICTURES of OTHER things: February 2007

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

'My business, kind sir, was once wiretapping, death and destruction. Now it is nothing but a silent wait.'

'I envy you your envy; like pure sunlight from a golden hand.'

'There was something serene in the metallic skin of all above me - a geometric fantasy of steel fanning out - the underpinnings of a great old bridge...'

'A sordid piece of wishful thinking - every doorway, every window, closed.'

Monday, February 19, 2007

'Just like so many things, a reflection of times still holding theme and memory, certain aspects faded away while others lingered on.'

'I'd always wanted to crown my form with you.'

'A combinaton of things, a melding of disparate forms, textures and shapes.'

Saturday, February 17, 2007

'What I deemed from a distance as real was seen up close as unnecesary, distracting and merely odd.'

'A cracked, insufferable mind; one filled with debris and pieces of everything - all the equipment of distraction, let loose on a city street.'

Friday, February 16, 2007

'My interest was in a million things - maimed, tragic-comic, vestigal, all like puppet shadows on a descending wall and something between language and light, sound and movement.'

'Like a castle in a dream, like a castle in a dream, like a castle in a dream.'

'Some one-armed man was pointing at this and saying 'Quiet!' but he spoke quietly himself, as if no one was to hear him - thus evading the impractical question of his own ineffectiveness amidst all this engendered anyway gloom.'

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

'Byreforth Hill, near the summit of something else, where I was ALMOST born. It held the ghosts and all the grace of everything now past and gone. I was able to speak its tongue.'

'I could have seen you once, twice, three times - always outlined vaguely against a serious and solid backdrop....things from another time.'

'Ended up there Tuesday at four, meeting the really old lady with white hair and the whitest, most pearl-like face I'd ever seen...'

Sunday, February 11, 2007

'If that's what you want, oh great city, that's what you shall have - a New Golgotha.'

'An emandation for the commendation; or was that condemnation?'

'Pulverize me in your million moments; scald me with your steam.'

'What you may have seen were brazen steel, steam and brawn. But these things were not me, nor ever were.'

'Where are you going, headed to where, and why?'

'I have tired of the circular, of things come around; weary too of the circular aspects of time and its runnings...'

PICTURES of OTHER things

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Monday, February 19, 2007

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Friday, February 16, 2007

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Sunday, February 11, 2007

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