"...Neither inside nor out,
neither lost nor home, no longer
a shape or a name, I’d pass through
all the broken windows of the world. ..."
From "Hunger for Something" by Chase Twichell
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What a wild roller-coaster ride, whip-sawed from the land of commerce into a world overrun with medievalists and back again in time to start another class.
I slept most of the weekend, and am just beginning to remember my name.
More to come, I'm sure of it.
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This makes me feel nostalgic.
Stopping by
to say hi
To see what you've been seeing and read what you've been reading during this roller coaster time.
Your window portraits, and the bricks and the rust and the sky and the sunlight and the shadows, are quite moving.
Thanks so much for posting the link to Chase Twichell's poem. I found "Self-Portrait" in following your links:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=146729
Good to hear that you found healing in sleep this weekend.
well hello there. nice snap! the position of the plywood and the screen textured reflection is just perfect.
Great photo & juxtaposition.
I'm grateful for the introduction to Twichell too! New to me.
That is quite a marvelous pairing of words and image.
This really is a lovely pair.
A gorgeous study in contrasts. Ruin and salvation. Sky and earth. That vivid blue and those bleached bricks and wood. Reflection and non-reflection.
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