A microscopic home.

this is a literary blog. i'm literate so i must have something to say. hopefully.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

the people in my lives and the places i'm from

here are some polaroids I have taken over the past week. Click on the image to see it bigger.

these ones are from around my house in sarnia. ontario.

my favorite poem of all time and since I was 17 ( how cliche) is E.E. Cummings: Somewhere I have never travelled

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands


Anonymous Anonymous said...

what happens if you screw the captions up on the polaroids? would it be reversible?

3:21 p.m.  

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