PICTURES of OTHER things: April 2007

'And all the rest of your slovenly marked edges.'

'The image confused me as I looked. It seemed to be some groggy recollection of whatever MAY once have been - but completely without my presence, and outside my recollection. So far away, I thought I heard another world.'

'Seeing through things, with a fealty to the past - some old age of human kindness.'

'Placid lines like a moving water - slow and steady and serene.'

'My gaze was a gauzy pretension - literally - and I seemed to feel as if I was looking right through you, into some other place, another realm. The connections between the two were there; yet I was unable to read them in such a modern world as this.'

'Incarcerated by surprise and keeping wary of anything new, I sheepishly looked out.'

'Here I was. Here I am. Right where the old water still runs beneath things...'

'An insouciant blaze of color; a little bit of Sunday love at the Harlem Meer.'

'In the earliest moments of Spring - a vivacity of light and sound, things waiting to come forth. Everywhere, an idea of life.'

'A ghost; this 'time' and all its attributes are but a ghost.'

'They are taking our world from us, William, they are taking it away.'

'This ocean was a harsh and hard taskmaster; at the moment wild with winds and froth.'

'I spent a minute - only that - thinking of you at the old Metropolitan Hotel.'

'This archaic world, I began to think, perhaps needed a break from even itself - a jumbled mistranslation of image and motion, somehow intact yet wildly spinning...'

'The humdrum verticality of everyday life was wearing and thin. It seemed, in each place I looked, a simple collection of weak lines and broken patches; with nothing more to show.'

'I'd hollowed out a view - a spot for emotions unbound.'

'Of a host, a host of a million things - and yet the world is but a moment upon which we each draw a bead.'

'The world? The world is a shattered moment; but you may have heard that already.'

'The march of 10,000 feet, moving ahead, could be nothing like this.'

'There is always that moment, when things coalesce. I saw something high up, in the window above. I wondered what it was.'

'Then let the caged ones come on, let the caged ones come on.'

I was wondering where it was you lived; I was walking St. Luke's Place when the idea came to me. You lived right here, and right here I was - for a moment ensconced in your bailiwick.'

'From the doorway to the bare tree, everything you were was waiting; unlimited possiblity.'

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