A PHOTO EXPEDITION LED BY QUIET WORDS.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

I lost your sight in the deep dark light.


Take this reaction and throw it outside. Remember to erase it's name and bury the limbs in the sand.

Do everything you can to forget your heart.

There is neither need nor want in the shallow palms of two hands disconnected by speech that never formed.
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Song of the second: Gimme Little Sign by Brenton Wood
Book of the moment:
Outliers by Malcom Gladwell
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Location: Chicago, Illinois
Date: Spring 2010
Notes:

Three shadows passed above me as I stood below the bridge. The dust that sparkled with radiance of street light and lost cause filled my nose. It seemed that tonight she had been taken by surprise, nothing more than a paper bag filled with static eyes. I had become used to the feeling of no control, knowing that she would never take a turn toward my avenue...never would she think my name and want to see me in the same flash of memory. After this reaction of honesty, I walked down a sidewalk that had been cast so many years ago it would take five hands to count them out. Floating above this concrete nostalgia all I could imagine was endless time bundled with a thousand smiles that never gave up the hope of that single second of silent sound.

...thoughts rang loud in a head filled with water stung ears...


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Location: Chicago, Illinois
Date: Spring 2010
Notes:

Before the explosion, the bricks sat in the same space for thirty years. There was never a thought of flying from the circle of permanence, this spot that was held together stronger than an arm wrestler. Pebbles would never speak badly of the horizontal stone they sat between and surely they would not think about interrupting the pattern.



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"An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way."
~Charles Bukowski
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