Our blind hound whined. With that, a horde
Of voices gathered above the Ouija board,
Some childish and, you might say, blurred
By sleep; one little boy
Named Will, reluctant possibly in a ruff
Like a large-lidded page out of El Greco, pulled
Back the arras for that next voice,
Cold and portentous: ALL IS LOST.
FLEE THIS HOUSE. OTTO VON THURN UND TAXIS.
OBEY. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE.
James Merrill – verses 3 and 4 from
Voices From The Other World
Mexico City passed in a blur of spectacular images and food, people and history. We arrived home happy but blurry in time for Mad Men – quite the return to NYC!
2 images from the Churro fryer at the Mercado Roma…
The first the Churro and oil
The second with stirrer and feeder added…
Other examples of blurred vision…