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I haven't scrapped (that is, made pages incorporating my own photographs) in ages. I haven't even taken photos in years. But a few recent challenges have called for photos, so I pulled some from my flickr archives. It reminded me how much I used to enjoy taking and sharing photos, though not usually surrounded by paper butterflies. Still, here are a few:
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This is for both The Three Muses and Take a Word. It's unusual to combine these challenges, but how could I not?
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When I returned from my long silence, I came back with ideas. One idea was to use Watermark only for poems and thoughts, and move my visual work to another blog. This was based on a guess that people who come for my poems and thinking about things might find the collages and art journaling annoying, and vice-versa. I don't actually know if that's the case.
I decided that Tumblr would be a good place for my artstream, thinking, new audience and mostly visually-based. What I did not know is that Tumblr, like flickr, allows only members to comment. Which explains a lot.
Since I am still rarely writing, but making collages like crazy, I've changed my strategy.
I will keep my tumblr artstream, and you will find most of my collages there. All of them are at flickr. And some will be here. Probably most of them, but I hope to curate a bit, choose only those with which I am most pleased. And, hopefully soon, you will find more poems here.
I am feeling a bit better than I was, but still not functioning very well. The visual seems easier for me than words at present. I feel – I am, old. Very, very old.
1
I did go out that summer day
with an old lover, into the mountains.
We had a meal by the river, then
lay together and made love
on the scratchy blanket.
2
Peonies make me think of you,
how they open, and open, unfolding
petal after petal, so lush, so brazen;
how we chased each other, room
to room, naked and ecstatic.
3
If you had asked, I would have
gone with you. I would have
left all rules behind, followed you,
led the way into that unknown
wilderness, that anarchy of desire.
4
I should have loved you. Too late
for me, you came in dignity,
in grace. Too late for me, you
offered more than I could take.
I should have loved you.
5
Some of the people I've loved
were indifferent or hateful parents;
they cheated on their spouses;
they looked in the mirror and lied.
I knew this and loved them anyway.
6
Yes, I did sneak out for a smoke.
No, I don't know what that is.
7
I don't want to be like you.
Sometimes I don't love you at all.
You are greedy and selfish.
You are not beautiful. I know this
and love you anyway.
8
I did not do my very best.
[I found this on my hard drive this morning. It's clearly mine, though I do not remember writing it. There are more of these. A different voice. Perhaps a middle-of-the-night voice?]
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