Nostalgia
Emma LaRocque
Where does it go
the log-cabins,
woodstoves and rabbit soups
we know
in our eight year old hearts?
I tried to hold it
with my Minolta
as Sapp stills it
with paint and brush.
I ran out of film,
and Sapp out of brushes.
--
Sapp sendo Allen Sapp.
num movimento talvez oposto de - esgotadas as possibilidades da imagem, resta a imagem das palavras.
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
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Publicado por Ana V. às 2:52 PM
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