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Where is the poetry?

Welcome to my humble portfolio. All of the photography on this blog is by me or, rather, what I make of things. I somewhat defy the sense of Tumblr and do not reblog.

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Life In A Box Is Better Than No Life At All. I Expect. You'd Have A Chance At Least. You Could Be There

Life in a box is better than no life at all. I expect. You'd have a chance at least. You could be there thinking - well, at least I'm not dead!

Tom Stoppard, Henry Popkin (Editor): Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Grove/Atlantic, Inc., 1994, Act II, S. 51.

Is this what film would be thinking?

Hope to start uploading shots from Croatia soon, the B/W will have to wait, the machine's broken.

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11 years ago
Formidable Randomness XXV

formidable randomness XXV

take some time counting the birds outside your window, it's summer


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11 years ago
"and The Light Slow Drizzle Outside,not To Mention Another Ruin Of All Accords,events Happening In Their

"and the light slow drizzle outside, not to mention another ruin of all accords, events happening in their order

a certain regularity, which leads you to believe fancifully, in coincidences

but which situate you at the apex of every trajectory, composed irresolutely by you, yet, only dimly recalled as consciously made by you

calculated, this flickering of light in a specific metre of four four two the lone last light post on the street"

(foolishly taken from: Ossuary VI by Dionne Brand)


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11 years ago

no new shots in the pipeline atm... but needed a break from the desk... so here's marriages being amazing in montreal with a new song of theirs


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11 years ago
"I Rejoice That Things Are As They Are AndI Renounce The Blessed FaceAnd Renounce The VoiceBecause I

"I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the blessed face And renounce the voice Because I cannot hope to turn again Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something Upon which to rejoice"

(from T.S. Elliot - Ash-Wednesday)


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