for F.B. We will have potatoes on Sunday, peeled, cut, and roasted with salt and pepper, rosemary and olive oil. We will sit at the table, drink lots of wine; laugh with the window wide open. We will hug each other’s bodies, share the warmth of blush cheeks and wide smiles. When next we see … Continue reading
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Body Talk: Poetic Space in Imogen Cunningham’s Triangles, 1928
A friend once told me there are three sides to every story. *** If three is a number of unity then why are the nocturnal arcs of her body far more connective to me than angles? Her body receives light with subtle gradations yet provides an unending Rothko depth. I too am soft, but not … Continue reading
On Nightmares & Memory
The shocking discovery that you wake from a bad dream and your body is still, unmovable. The frightening realization that even in your forties you still experience a recurring horror from your childhood, a representation of the boogeyman. Sometimes it is just a voice, a cajoling, indecipherable vociferation; it startles you awake, forcing your body … Continue reading
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