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A Day in the Brine

Tag Archives: Musing

September Broodings

10 Tuesday Sep 2013

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Quotations

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Black and White, Dreary, Leaves, Light and Shadow, Musing, Nature, Nature Photography, Nikon, Photography, Quotes, Spider, Tennessee Williams, Thoughts

“(She slowly twists the ring off her finger. Somewhere there is a cry of anguish. She listens attentively till it fades out, then nods with understanding.)

“―Wild things leave skins behind them, they leave clean skins and teeth and white bones behind them, and these are tokens passed from one to another, so that the fugitive kind can always follow their kind…”
―Tennessee Williams, “Orpheus Descending”Wild Things“I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.”
―Tennessee Williams, “Sweet Bird of Youth”In the Wilderness“We’re all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.”
―Tennessee Williams

Light and Shadow“And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.”
―Tennessee Williams, “A Streetcar Named Desire”

Man Incognito in Bleary Afternoon

19 Sunday May 2013

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Introspection, Photography, Stories

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Abstract, Art, Black and White, Character, Corel Draw, Experimental, Imaginative, Musing, Noir, Odd, Peculiar, Pensive, Photoshop, Portrait, Rain, Silly, Story

IncognitoMilky morn vanquished by the sluicing firmament- Man Incognito slides along gritty pavement.

A lapse in the torrent, and he is a blur before me, blank in the vacant street. I recede deeper into the sliding grey shadows that bleed down from the eaves.

Bullets of mercury rain ricochet upon the fissured sidewalk.

Stooped beneath that drooping, dripping checked fedora, he is hazy-still.

Incognito2His nose is glinting sharp, dark glasses flecked with rain-

Looming before me like a condor.

His unseen eyes gawp into me from the drear, and there is a flitting moment of strange Recognition- as the sun struggles to dissolve the steel-mesh above.

Then comes the drowning deluge, and he glides on, scrambling after the Darkness, leaving splinters of misty rainbow in his tracks.

Leering Darkness

30 Thursday Aug 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Introspection, Photography, Stories

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Black & White, Florida, Musing, Night, Night Photography, Photography, Solitude, Story, Thoughts, Urban, Walking, Writing

After days and years of solitary walks, meandering along the sea, or through the quiet forest glade, delving into the chasms and crevices of my belladonna-mind, the leering darkness provoked a change, and I found myself upon a nocturnal stroll of the urban kind.

I ambled along amidst the jubilant bar life, the incandescent window displays and charming, but dolefully indifferent, advertisements whoring for a sale.

I trotted along the night-washed sidewalk, myriad globs of smashed gum wads catching the glow of a nearby streetlamp. They glinted in perfect circles punching through the dark like stars to light my way.

Framed by the passing headlights, the silhouettes of Panhandlers stalked along like jackals looming near a bleeding kill they could never quite reach.

Moody Indie-music lumbered out from the dreary maw of the newest haunt. The sound mingled with the hum of fans, the buzz of neon signs, and the silent boisterous banter of the chaos within-

Words joggling and spurting, desperate to touch (with lucidity, with meaning), but always guarded- and so naively off-key, like hesitant eyes that rise out of cadence and fail to meet (and so sabotage what might have been). I walked on.

Solitude followed me as I shuffled through smiling countenances (grinning teeth obscuring the self-doubt and brittle sadness within) glaring through the darkness. I walked effortlessly, gliding along in my pinstripe hat and my animated thoughts. In the cover of the leafy weald, or in a circus theatre, yes, Solitude always became me.

And I was content. Aloneness was never barren or hollow, but resolute and kind. It fostered reason and curiosity, the creative mind like perennial autumn flare ruffled by the rejuvenating wind, fresh and crisp and ludic. Aye, I was alone, but never dreary. I had determined to avoid the infection of loneliness.

But I did come to know Madness, before the wall of mud and sticks finally gave way and the onslaught of my own wild thoughts were released to flow free. Before I knew the bliss it was to embrace my Self.

My gritty step faded. The crowds, the bars, the panhandlers, all dissolved behind me. The charming signs, the decorative lights and floating music, all wafted away. I was free, and I was lively, and I was going somewhere, gliding along rivulets of thought- and always by my side along the way, my coy and reticent friend, Solitude.

Goodnight,

Autumn Jade

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