PICTURES of OTHER things: August 2007

'Sunlight swaggered, while these decrepit hulks refused to desist.'

'I heard "Um, Yo!". We'd grazed the side of a building with our eyes.'

'How many men, how many people, how many million times?'

'Life became what I called 'Amalgamation Cinema' - like poking a porkpie hat just to see what was inside it. One twisty yet colorful advance up some slippery pole of circumstance.'

'In a riotous frenzy of rage, they thought they'd found something. Yet, sometimes, when NOTHING is all you have, nothing is - well - everything.'

'Every step of the way there was always something else : advancing or retreating, pushing or pulling, taking me here or there. Because of this, concentration was difficult and confusion became - for a time - all I was...'

'I remembered that death lurked wherever bad intentions lingered : pasting reality with the accumulated stickers of negative thought and effort. Nothing else was secured; everything by that fell away.'

'An incongruous notion of beauty and poise...'

'I will post a retreat in your stoneway. Nothing will break through.'

'I remembered waiting in one place for something for a long time. My face was washed with wind and rain. Then suddenly, it was calm and everything was quiet. It felt like another day.'

'In line to be forgotten, this star (a mad constellation) was crossing the sky.'

'My wandered wisdom broke within your hands. This owl knew nothing special; merely observed in silence all.'

'Sacred to a hundred memories, these clothes on the line bespoke volumes.'

'Here's where I stood; right where I lived.'

'My arms and eyes, it seemed, were mingled with the bars before me. What was it I was seeing?'

'I wanted this, my time. I wanted to tell you all of it. But idle chatter seemed to linger in every place.'

'I was felled on a closed, grassy field.'

'Like the formation of great rocks, so too the cave of my life.'

'My forebearance was tested by the image of someone named Julia at this old, forgotten grave.'

'I am afloat in your heart as much as you are in mine. I am all you have ever been.'

'If you have a minute, maybe we could talk...'

'They made a moment of merit on the sidewalk - a stuffed dog of some special import, left behind and forgotten.'

'The steeplechase of memory ran up and down, never sure of itself or where it was headed. Like some old iron grating, it blocked in as many things as it blocked out.'

'What would you call it, what we have done? Harboring an effusiveness of dreams? Distorting our personal textures? Leaving things out? I realized I'd never know the answer.'

'I realized I could not have crossed over without you.'

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