Unhinge
Unhinge the photographs
we licked as
children
tongues in Sarishvili
unhinge
the dead foxes in photographs
kids
that talk Swahili and eat jam.
Jam and Persian ponies-
If I tell you there's no traffic
jam at 4 am in Skopje or no jam in jars, hot suns and super-novas
Will you eat
Me up?
Like air-
Unhinge paper clips or just an eye-lash
and indigo photographs of Romania
In 1963
If I tell you there's no earth-
quakes,
Unhinge Vlach alphabet, breaths caught on cameras
I the darkroom-
when we licked
our photographs of
world chimeras and natural-
yes, natural disas-
ters.
Unhinge.
Lips and nasty
weathers, rain outlets and
rusty sonatas-
Unlock your hair
to
me.
Unlock your hair
to
me.
In one of the mosques in Sarajevo
the cats talk Sanskrit-
Unhinge,
not us in the darkroom licking indigo languages
and scrambled worlds,
but
the sparrows
from
the
sycamore
branches.
Even
they are
sick,
we
don't
speak
our
language-
s.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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~ Saint Nature Reveals It's True, Ambiguous Polarity ~
Irony is the genesis to the dearth of sanctuary.
Sanctity swallowed psychosmic sawdust
(and disgorged on the splinters) .
Consideration of countless inconsistencies
Staple shut an opened omnibus
Containing sentimental psychosis.
Unable to unhinge, unlock…
Plagiarizing connotations, denotations, annotations
Mentally mimics the mitigation of Pandora and Pangaea.
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Allhallows eve's messengers could not conceive of the demons forging the felo-de-se in my mind
poem by Patrick Bateman
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Chorus Lines of Jumping Jack
I only fell in love because I bought you flowers;
And I am alone because I drink beer,
But now we are together in state sanctioned borders,
Which greatens the odds of running my fingers
Through your hair:
Maybe we’ll meet on another planet in Disney World,
And I’ll use roman candles to divert your
Candy cart off the tracks,
And I’ll overthrow your knickers and unhinge your straps,
And eat all your salt water taffy while the munchkin
Automatons do chorus lines of jumping jacks.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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I make photographs and still make photographs of the natural environment. It's a love because that was part of my life before I was involved in photography.
quote by John Sexton
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Spleen Tempered Severs
peripheral moment
may came after
someone you thought
you knew turns
against you omen portent
sense shock stiletto knifes
sharp betrayal struck
spleen tempered severs
if you have known this
person loyal an entire life
had he she a lover been
had he she a friend been
then dimensions quake
realities unhinge structured
landscapes split transformed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cocoon Born
Never have I hear a Blackbirds song so sweet.
Never have I had the ground unhinge beneath my feet,
Awaiting suspension between the plains of existence,
One as all the same.
Form, Un-form.
Cocoon born.
No one ever warned us that we would one day grow our wings.
Morning bird takes the child unheard shaken from his dreams
Movement in the herd portrays a portrait to which all's not as it seems.
Nestle to the pillow, Close your windows open dreams.
poem by David Lacey
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Photographs
Photographs,
My youth I'm visiting.
As I smell the trees
And hear rivers sing.
Fragrant Summer scent wafting
From bygone flowered rambling.
Photographs,
Of outrageous laughs.
As we danced the new year in.
Lanced the map of fate
With a pin.
Wearing foolish hats,
I miss
Being two coolish cats.
To capture and frame forever
Bright coloured rapture
Before souls would sever.
Our minds picture black and white today.
Like morning yields
To night lights in the bay.
Photographs,
Of stars burned out,
Of suns now set
That spurned rainbows with drought.
Memories are all that are left to revere.
One snap of one love
Before dewdrops disappear.
poem by Kevin East
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Gas Hed Goes West
If I was half alive
Then you were dead
Subsistin' on that same old bread
It's the memory that hides
The whole wide world
It's the gas hed's love of america
It's the memory that hides
Take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on
He's a bonified man
A star amongst his clan
And the only one that let me ride
It's the memory that dies
Our gas hed was right
When they lanced his skull
There was puss and light
It's the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches
It's the memory that dies
And make your photographs black
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on
It's the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches
Gas hed is on the radio
song performed by by Live from Secret Samadhi
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Gas Head Goes West
If I was half alive
and you were dead
subsisiting on that same old bread
it's the memory that hides
the whole wide world
it's the gas hed's love of america
it's the memory that hides
take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
he's a bona fide man
a star amongst his clan
and the only one that let me ride
it's the memory that dies
our gas hed was right
when they lanced his skull
there was puss and light
it's the memory that dies
so take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
it's the memory that dies
and make your photographs black
for the love all gods
gas hed marches on
gas hed marches on
it's the memory that dies
so take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio
song performed by by Live
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There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs.
quote by Ansel Adams
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Made For TV Movie
I heard a word from on high
Clear like a light in the sky
It said, "quit blowing each other up"
The voice seemed so crystally clear
Some things are clean in your ear
When only blood fills your cup
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
It fell like a tear from my eye
Flying machines so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood
A scene set to singe innocence
Upheave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
Focus, Focus
Focus (I can see now)
We are, we know, we see, we think for you
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why
We build your hill, we build you too, we see you
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
song performed by by Incubus
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Mendocino County Line (feat. Willie Nelson)
(Willie Nelson and Lee Ann Womack)
Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing they were rockets bursting into the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
As fierce as Monday morning feeling washed away
Our orchestrated paradise couldn't make you stay
You dance with the horses through the sands of time
As the sun sinks west of the Mendocino County Line
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doin' fine
I used to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
The two of us together felt nothin' but right
Feeling you near immortal every Friday night
Lost in our convictions left stained with wine
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remain me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doin' fine
I used to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
I don't talk to you too much these days
I just thank the lord pictures don't fade
I spent time with an angel just passing through
Now all that's left is this image of you
Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doin' fine
We used to be so happy once upon a time
Once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line-acap
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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I sit and look at photographs
I sit and look at photographs
And say I love you so
A thousand miles between our laughs
Yet they travel to and fro
-
I see you now, you’re really close
Hand in hand we walk.
Through the pleasant countryside,
Neither seems to talk.
A smile breaks through, laughs ensue
The mirth comes from our heart
It is very plain we two
Should never be apart.
So take my love to keep you warm,
Safe in the days ahead
And I’ll keep yours to ward off harm
And I’ll cherish the things you’ve said.
While I sit and look at photographs
And say I love you so.
A thousand miles between our laughs
Still they travel to and fro
poem by Terry Brewer
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A letter to a Captain
Captain Owen
Did you find your glory?
The glory you left home for
You should have stayed
Stayed safe at home
Captain Owen
I have seen your photographs
The photographs of words
The photographs of death, of war
The same war you died in
You shouldn't have gone
You should have stayed
Stayed safe at home
Captain Owen
You deserved to live
You would've lived if you never went
And yet if you never went
We would have never known
Captain Owen
Did you get a medal?
I will give you a medal
A medal of humanity
A medal of capturing what no one saw
Deaths that everyone turned away from
But you ran to save
poem by Mariam de Haan
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I'm exchanging molecules every 30 days with the natural world and in a spiritual sense I know I am a part of it and take my photographs from that emotional feeling within me, rather than from an emotional distance as a spectator.
quote by Galen Rowell
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A Seduction: Small Space Photographs
We were at your mother's house
in the early autumn chill
rummaging the attic
looking at photographs;
close
in the small space,
turning pages
You leaned into me
to get a better look
and I let you.
A murmur
over a blurred baby photo
and the hairs on my neck
curled from the
warmth of your breath,
I tried to hide the fact
that I was shuddering.
'Are you cold' you said.
putting your arm around
offering warmth.
I took that cuddle
and let it settle
into my heart space.
That was all
that was needed then
a simple hug and touch
your warm breath
and I eased back
relaxed
feeling at home;
and I was.
I was thinking we were looking at family
and I was imagining you there in photos
our kids might be looking at years from now.
And you were:
you said it:
'Wonder what our kids would look like.'
you said
You seduced me with that question
and I you when I said:
'I wonder too.'
We started with a hug
above those photographs.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Burning Photographs
I finally see the light
Down on the east side
Wasted like a memory
If I had a car I'd drive
Straight off the bridge into the river, it would empty me
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it's true
I used to be sad
Now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
'Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
Traffic sings the songs
Inviting me in to dodge the bullets from an empty gun
If I had a car I'd drive straight into the window of a bank I owed money to
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it's true
I used to be sad
Now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
'Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
And all the time you're so unhappy
And everything to you's so heavy
But oh my word, ain't you pretty now
There's nothing to make up now
No one to wake up now
She's starting to break up
WOW
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it's true
I used to be sad
Now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
'Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Water Tender
The river
has not entered the house yet.
I pack framed photographs:
weddings, babies,
dead uncles, and grandparents,
set aside ceramic eggs,
balanced on wooden stands,
to reach the wedding cake couple,
equidistant between two photographs.
My mother,
in her borrowed wedding dress,
holding a bouquet of artificial flowers,
whiter than Aunt Rose Mary's silk skirt.
My father,
in his Navy uniform, bearing
the insignia of a Water Tender,
his cap worn tilted to the right.
Standing midpoint,
the wedding cake couple
represents their union.
Flesh colored paint overlaps
the neckline of the bride,
executed too quickly.
The groom's black top-hat
is worn, a wedding ring shape
encircles the edge of the crown.
My mother is dead,
my father has remarried. He's left
behind the photographs, the eggs,
the wedding cake couple.
The river enters an open door.
I salvage what I can.
poem by Mary Agnes Dalrymple
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A Spoonful Of Sugar
Once and often, my mother said
Don't let flattery fill your head
A spoon of sugar is scarce enough
To give for free, such special stuff
Words are words, and nothing more
No reason to unhinge the door
Take heed and never give in haste
Else passion wilts and goes to waste
Day by day and night by night
Arriving with the speed of light
Slather spills across the wires
A rage contrived to flame the fires
But fire's just fire and flame just flame
If nothing more than foolish games
And nothing aches more than the burn
Of a heart aflame, and left to yearn
Once bitten, and snared as prey
It's very hard to break away
And when the fire turns cold as ice
Too late to run, you'll pay the price
So listen close, and very well
Some words are just a magic spell
To draw you in with no intent
But steal your fire, and leave you spent
Once and often, my mother said
Don't let flattery fill your head…
A spoon of sugar, while honey sweet
Is sometime laced with cold deceit
poem by Leria Hawkins
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I Aint Been Licked
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Roll down the gangway
So theyll see that its me
I know theyll wonder about my recovery
Yes, I lost a love that promised happiness
What my heart wouldnt accept
Put me to the test
They keep a holding me down
But I rise
Yes it can be done
They keep a holding me down
But I rise
They cant make me run
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Got my second wind
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Tell em Im back again
Just say
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
Tell em for me
I aint been licked
Like outa nowhere my whole world fell apart
Till this day no one knows
What I felt in my heart
All those precious things
Inside me tried to still
Hands I thought would help
Pushed me over the hill
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Yes, it can be done
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
They cant make me run
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Got my second wind
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Tell em Im back again
Just say
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
Tell em for me
I aint been licked
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Just to start again
Rise
Show em that I can
Rise
Found a brand new dream
Rise
Just to prove one thing
Just say
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
Tell em for me
I aint been licked
I want the world to see
I aint been licked
Although my love is gone
I aint been licked
Somehow I carry one
I aint been licked
Ill find the strength somehow
I aint been licked
I think Im ready now
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
song performed by by Diana Ross
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E-Nuff
When I've had enough!
That's a capital 'E'...
With an attached 'Nuff.'
The last thing on my mind,
Is seeking a therapist.
I know what I am dealing with.
With no one needed,
To discuss how to handle it!
Some folks are driven to boil over.
As if they are avoiding letting off steam.
My approach is quite the opposite.
Those kinds of performances...
No one will get or see from me.
I keep my mouth closed.
With no huff to puff.
Or acts of aggravation...
Will anyone witness to see.
An open door I might have left cracked,
Becomes sealed to be cemented.
And those who may have accused me,
In a past that has gone to fade...
Of being moody and tempermental,
In those days when I allowed that craze...
Are no longer 'privy' to those scenes.
My patience will not be enticed to screams.
No looks of satisfaction,
Will I produce in others' eyes.
With maturity comes wisdom.
And I have had experts in the field of irritation...
Teach to me the value of being wise.
When I've had enough!
That's a capital 'E'...
With an attached 'Nuff.'
The last thing on my mind,
Is seeking a therapist.
I know what I am dealing with.
With no one needed,
To discuss how to handle it!
My peace of mind delivered...
Will not be wrapped and packed,
To be sent back.
And debating that as a fact...
Is a trap that will no longer unhinge,
THAT from me as my discovery.
E with a Nuff of that stuff,
Is what it is!
E-Nuff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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