Sunday, March 2, 2014

Posted some of Heidi's images because I wanted us to see them here. Obsessed with these! and also Cait's words about them, and also Cait's images and the organization of them!

Here's what's floating around in my mind today.... 

Phrase I cling to from the Erica Harris:  To give new life to that which has been discarded.

Frozen Frozen FROZEN

stuck away in some little mousetrap of a room –encouraged by one in-law to visit another –little birdlike woman without any nest –eating the crust of humanity all (our) lives

All the world was waiting for bombardments

Tom wants to forget
Amanda wants to be remembered
Laura wants to be seen
Jim wants to ??? be seen

Is it an attempt to stay standing.

To feel alive?

The apartment faces an alley and is entered by the fire escape, a structure whose name is a touch of accidental poetic truth, for all of these huge buildings are always burning with the slow and implacable fires of human desperation.

Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

“truth, life, or reality is an organic thing which the poetic imagination can represent or suggest, in essence, only through transformation, through changing into other forms which were merely present in appearance.” (Williams, Production Notes)

but blue is wrong for roses

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