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“The Sun the Color of Pressed Grapes…”

20 Saturday Dec 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Quotations, Sea

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Abstract, Beach, Black and White, Blur, Drear, Experimental Photography, Nature, Ocean, Pensive, Photography, Quotes, Sand, Sea, Twilight

Prelude to the Monody“He opens his eyes and stares directly into the morning sun which wallows up from the misty sea like some bloated, dying fish. The sky is gray and immobile, a dome of lead. A cloud hangs mute and dark over the western horizon. High up, barely visible, a seagull floats on motionless wings. Its cry is weird and restless.”
– Ingmar Bergman, The Seventh Seal

Chewing Sand“I had forgotten that time wasn’t fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as sand, or water. I had forgotten that even misery can end. ”
– Joyce Carol Oates, I Am No One You Know

Liquid Binding“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Hamburger Knees

16 Thursday May 2013

Posted by smilingtoad in Art, Experimental, Photography, Poetry

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Addiction, Black and White, Dark, Experimental, Experimental Photography, Facial Expression, Grainy, Night Photography, Noir, Poetry, Rain, Shadow

Hitchcock might just like this one...

Smoky rain snivels through hacking breeze

Neat tidy mind savagely tangled

Wrangled, scraping-bleak, sliding off Speed

Man crumpled on two hamburger knees

Dusty eyes the green of dying leaves

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Air Like Still Water

29 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

Abstract, Black and White, Cocoa Village, Experimental Photography, Florida, Night Photography, Poetry

Image

Stops to light a fag,

Shift ended, eyes merged with night-

Air like still water.

Bars groan with guitar.

Listening, her fingers flick.

Sizzles on her sole.

Stirred, she turns and clomps away.

Streets echo the sound.

From a fissure in the brick,

Gecko emerges,

Finally alone.

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