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btw, don't take the above post as an attack on you - it's not - just stating an observation from what I've noticed of your posts here and elsewhere to do with artistic sensibility. You tend to zoom in on the technical aspects of things and works - the presentational specifications, the parts of art that are to some degree measurable and observable in relatively quantitative terms. You often need things spelled out for you in terms of the more abstract qualities of works, the parts that are not so elegant to put forth outright. John Szarkowski once remarked on a photograph something to the degree of, of course you could analyze and break down exactly what the lines and shadows and light in X photo means, but why would you want to do something so vulgar?
a poem i wrote inspired by William Eggleston's photo of a red ceiling -
The Red Room
The three of them lie on the bed, soundless,
As the attentions of two are turned upwards
To the lightbulb, on some nights indifferent,
But on this one fixed with murderous intent.
She says with her head tilted away,
Facing the window dotted by raindrops,
That the water is making it very hard
To look outside as far off as she could,
Which is exactly the only kind of seeing
She can manage in the present state of being.
He shifts his legs to and fro a few times,
Ending with an abrupt two taps of his shoes,
And suddenly their friend wonders aloud about
The sweet misfortune of being in the same boat.
sistersuzie couldn't rep you on that other forum, but I think you are successward bound.
something i wrote this afternoon:
Fat
For Raymond Carver and Marlon Brando
Let me tell you about those early days,
Kid, when up was the only way, before
The fridge had to be locked up and my
Neighbor called to tell me that I left
My briefs in his washing machine.
It all seems so silly now, imagine
Me in the corner of a jukebox joint,
Brooding over that day’s failures:
She kept looking at my wrists,
The back of my hands, finally
Refusing to hold it in any longer
And said to me, “I’m sorry,
But you’re too thin and lonely
To make it in this town!” That
Was when I started eating. You could
Find me holding court in the burger shack,
Over my two hamburgers, French fries,
A slice of apple pie a la mode, and
When the waitress looked at me,
Not without a hint of concern,
I smiled my vanilla smile and told her,
“Oh, just think, the things we’ll do
And the places
we’ll go!”
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