I’VE STOLEN YOUR WORDS
After Shelomo Ibn Gabiriol
I’ve stolen your words, I don’t deny it—
I ate them and broke teeth on the liberation wall;
did I think I could soar with your songs
or use them to hide my flaws? I did.
Can a woman scale the tree of life
and eclipse the application of light in the world?
It’s always, I think, a simple plan of clouds:
can the East River be drained with a teaspoon?
Over the Hudson River 7/31/10 between Beacon and Newburgh
The challenge is adventure.
“This week, share a photo that says “adventure.” It could be an image of someone setting off on an epic journey, a photo you took on an adventure of your own, or something more metaphoric that represents a personal or psychological adventure. We’re excited to see where you’ll take us!”
1993 August: Guatemala. After three months in Xela I hit the road. Several weeks later I found myself in Tikal, a truly extraordinary place. Tropical Rain Forest. Height of civilization around 500 of the common era. Average temp 93. Average humidity around 80%.
I took this self portrait right before I put on the few clothes I was carrying and stepped into the shower so I could wash them and myself before all the water ran out for the night. 10 minutes later, back in the room. (I will spare you that photograph.)
Note the blanket on the bed…
Too much fun. No time to post.
I am going to bend the rules today.
“Dialogue is an engaging conversational exchange.
When it comes to photography, dialogue can be perceived as a consensual interaction between two images.”
Ah but sometimes the dialogue can be between a picture and an image in your mind. Today was Day 1 of classes at Smith College. I did not need to be there to form an image of the morning.
13 years ago on 9/03/2001, I was there. I still have that image in my mind but I also have the photographic proof.
I also have a third image in my mind that will be familiar to most of you, an image of a bright morning 8 days after this picture was taken. Unimportantly, my world changed all three of these days.
Extremely importantly, my daughter’s world dissolved and reassembled in a new configuration on each of these days.
9-3-01 Abigail and Edy: Day 1 Kindergarten. PS 290