yi-ching lin photography

crease

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   30 Mar 2010 at 21:43 y

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   no matter which way
   i look at it, there is
   a crease consistent
   with the weight of your
   memory

   in each new memory –

   i am stepping off
   the train, and the
   platform curls,
   losing its grip
   on me.

   i am opening my
   mouth to speak,
   and the sentence
   dog-ears, and i
   am undone.

   i am looking
   at the sky, and the sky
   is rolling up its
   corners, already finished
   with me
   .
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   30 Mar 2010 at 21:45 no matter which way « y

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   […] am stepping off the train, and the platform curls, losing its grip on […]
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   31 Mar 2010 at 20:33 lesliepaints

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   I love this. The photo and the poem. One thing that reaaly impressed me was that it covers so much more than I think the intention it was written for. I read this as though I’d lost a loved one, was divorced or had just broken up with my partner, a beloved pet that ran away. The one that stuck out so STRONG; read this as though you are someone suffering the beginning of alzheimers. That blew me away, “Y”. I think that is a sign of some good poetry. Thank-you for this one!
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     31 Mar 2010 at 21:53 y

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     goodness, Leslie – your interpretations are fascinating, and i did try to read them in all the characters you’ve suggested. thank you for opening my eyes to many different levels! and thank you so much for your constant support and encouragements.
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   1 Apr 2010 at 18:10 Brett

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   I could look at that all day. Just love roads like that and cobbles… Excellent photo and poem!
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     1 Apr 2010 at 18:35 y

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     thank you so much! the photo was taken by the water-edge in Red Hook.

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