Showing posts with label David. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David. Show all posts

Saturday, 17 August 2013

I, Priestess (13)


I, PRIESTESS (13)



Kind of thought - all in all - I was doing just fine; earning enough to enjoy my spare time.

Then, Yahoo took the trouble to email me. (Updating my 'contacts', apparently.)

Burst my bubble.

The business of living involves carefully ignoring the things that make you weep; the things that just get you too deep.

I was trying to ignore the fact that my brother had died. Yahoo's deleted his details on the grounds he's 'retired'. 

Should I laugh or should I cry?

Thursday, 18 July 2013

Nescio (25)


NESCIO (25)


And, then, suddenly inexplicably and without warning (no reason significance or valuable meaning) the sister's brother stopped breathing.

She fell to her knees. She hollered and howled and screamed and cried.

(Quite a list.)

'But there's one thing you missed.
You missed my heart.'

Those were the last words the brother uttered before he died. (Or, would've if he'd been given to saying how he felt.)


(after Mark Kozelek and Jimmy Lavalle You Missed My Heart.)


Monday, 10 June 2013

Nescio (10)


NESCIO (10)


The daughter - all drama - was quick to dismiss.

It was his son, her brother, the father really missed.

In a far-away kingdom, increasingly bleak, he searched for the boy to whom he could not speak.

He cradled his cheek, full of misery and death. His eyes scanned the ceiling. He held onto his breath.

But, the brother continued to live in silence: a quiet albeit unintended kind of violence.

And the father, anyway, still had nothing to say. (He could no longer distinguish between night and day.)

The sister - all drama - just didn't get it. If you loved somebody, then, surely you said it?

The daughter - all drama - made a regular habit of it.

She had learned to accept it was rarely reciprocated.

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Nescio (7)


NESCIO (7)


The priestess provided the sister with a lover
Drunk as a skunk she, then, turned to the brother.

Enthused by success, she was feeling inspired.
She forgot that a lover was not what the boy required.

(Of course, a lover wasn't something
The woman could just conjure.
The best she could do 
Was to provide an aperture

Of opportunity.

She knew 
He was savvy 
With computers and
New technology.)

She introduced him to internet dating then sat back and waited; smoke-breath abating.

The brother decided to pack up his bags. He left his car, his wife and the cat. 

The brother decided to go to America. (When they finally found him, he was living in Florida, with a car, a wife and a cat).

Monday, 17 December 2012

Semiotics Of Photography: R

R is for Reflection

Often murky, sometimes superficial



Friday, 30 November 2012

Semiotics Of Photography: M

M is for Moon

Since the beginnings of photography photographers have photographed the moon; photographed at night and by moonlight.


Man on the moon.
Dark side of the moon.
Moonstruck


Blue moon.
(Athens, Georgia, 2002)



Friday, 20 April 2012

From The Series: 'Some Very Short Photo-Essays'



The American Road-Trip

(Or, Don't Wait For The Hearse To Take You To Church, with thanks to Robert Frank, Ed Ruscha, Stephen Shore, Michael Omerod and Mitch Epstein)















And, for D, born 20.04.64

Friday, 27 January 2012

Thursday, 26 January 2012

Family Tree


David with his mother, sometime between 1964 and 1967.