i am a secret
collapsible concept
this week – now you
see me, now you
don’t. i get into
bed each night
knowing that
i will suck
the air out of
myself until i lose.
by morning, the same
doubts produce
their sharpened
instruments just beneath
the lids and start
drilling against
the fresh
flesh, nothing different
to report. it has been
a week. but i haven’t
cried today, i
haven’t cried today
.
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y
no, the sun was shining right on it, and i had to take it at low exposure. thank you for the compliment! are you planning to paint something like that? (smile)
I probably will, sometime. I saw one similar to this a few years back that stuck with me. A little cat was peeking out from the dark opening in the siding. It made the whole piece. I think this was an interesting find for you. That paint looks so thick and tough. The photo pairs well, once again, with what you wrote. Such good work.
I would if I could. Don’t rmember who the artist was. I remember he had gray hair. It was in a watercolor magazine that I take and I don’t have that anymore. Give them away to my students when I’m done with them.
yi-ching lin photography 
i am a secret
collapsible concept
this week – now you
see me, now you
don’t. i get into
bed each night
knowing that
i will suck
the air out of
myself until i lose.
by morning, the same
doubts produce
their sharpened
instruments just beneath
the lids and start
drilling against
the fresh
flesh, nothing different
to report. it has been
a week. but i haven’t
cried today, i
haven’t cried today
.
20100225:1647
y
The Assimilation of Red
It is always the same: no matter which
knife notches me, which spigot
controls my grief, someone is leaving
or has already left. Their names
claim an emptiness on my pinched
tongue. In my fibered chest, the silences
rise and the lid can’t hold. I walk,
and the shelves at my feet are
caustically familiar. I sketch, and
there appears at my hand each lugubrious
face – perfect in detail –
mouthing the same “o”. The oceans
inside are still shivering green.
aww, thank you for your words.
Did you do something in photoshop with this piece, “Y”? It looks like a painting. Nice composition.
no, the sun was shining right on it, and i had to take it at low exposure. thank you for the compliment! are you planning to paint something like that? (smile)
I probably will, sometime. I saw one similar to this a few years back that stuck with me. A little cat was peeking out from the dark opening in the siding. It made the whole piece. I think this was an interesting find for you. That paint looks so thick and tough. The photo pairs well, once again, with what you wrote. Such good work.
oh, that would be so adorable. i recall whitebuffalo capturing something like that…let me find it… here we are, a perfectly timed kitty (smile).
YEP, like that. It was painted in watercolor and had all the peeling paint and dark hole to the inside like your photo.
cool. will you link us to it from here? oh, and hers look like a painting, too.
I would if I could. Don’t rmember who the artist was. I remember he had gray hair. It was in a watercolor magazine that I take and I don’t have that anymore. Give them away to my students when I’m done with them.
ah, no problem, then. thank you, again!
Totally digging the photo. And your poem is wonderful, as is PanetCity1’s. Very well done.
thank you, Dave!!
I love the composition and color of this photo.
thank you…right place, right time (smile).