metonymy4u

Does the experience you are having now
            cancel any of those you had before? If no,
then why would you give your thoughts
more contempt than any other part of any other littany?

We humans think thinking is the essence of all,
where we extract such merit that power may bestow,
            disdain for endemic villainy.

Yet it seems to me that a kingdom of ends lies not
in any commendable lies.
            But in hope which is the house of fire
            over a lonely ocean
of quickly thinning ice.

Read Full Post »

                        Days of light

As a photographer I have learned to gauge life
in aperture openings and shutter fractions.

8 hours used to run by like silence in the darkroom
before I bought a digital camera.

I played the Cuban music so loud other patrons complained.

But I needed that in order to usher the prints through their development,
referencing the desire which conceived them in the first place.

When I return to a photographed place I am often surprised
by the fact that it exists at all.

In my 2 dimensions it takes on the quality of a tale,
all ends connected to all other ends.

Of course the temptation in art these days is
to relate everything
to everything else, as if the sub-conscious anchor
had already been dropped before I got there.

It’s not a new idea.

Metaphorically speaking the unconscious is nothing
but another combination of f-stops.

A sad journey of light from thing
to film.

Read Full Post »

all winter i have been worrying
about the japanese maple in our yard.
whether it was just sleeping?
now its spring leaves make me happy.
i believe i shall miss it
if i have to quit this place too soon.

Read Full Post »

grief you are my measure

for equal measure in a daily trace.
countenance of longing,

disrupted basal rate.
cherry spring blossom

exploding.

tell me what you need from me!
where to go?

you’re
an intermittent visitor of hellfire looks.

a task miscompleted.
speechless books.

dividing, against itself, the
vastedness

of inner space.

Read Full Post »

i skim the roots and rafters
of many people’s thoughts.
they rarely share what they really want.
neither do i for this would
be a goal neither culture-sanctified
nor sought.

Read Full Post »

chart your values
by the days you keep
mine them
for all the love
you need

Read Full Post »

wh
at is
the breath of love
touch of desire
what heart of flame
burned the funeral bier
will someone someday
kiss my lips
i’m an answer to nothing
part to a lie
change of time
nothing
to an
y lover

Read Full Post »

I began making pictures a long time ago. In fact, they gave me my first camera when I was four. Right away, my father says I took pictures of people that showed the whole person, instead of cutting off their feet or their heads. When I was ten I learned to process film and print from the negatives. That’s when I discovered I liked line, shape, light and texture. The subject matter is not as important to me. I don’t really care if you know what your looking at. Or if you like it. I just want you to look again.

Read Full Post »

                        aún eres mi vida

there is
no sadness like the day we met
no earth bound song like the day we fled
against the tide, against the road.
when you let me go i was all alone.
no higher skies, no treasured troves
could ever replace the eyes i loved,
a raptured heart : my life
my only home

Read Full Post »

the voice of the soil
was but a dance in my head
the day you died
twice i looked after you
and hoped the world might stop
how could it go on like that
not knowing your life
the way i did

Read Full Post »