Wednesday, June 4, 2008

What Remains

What Remains. I like the ambiguity of that Sally Mann title. Even seeing the photographs doesn’t lessen the puzzle.

Everything is blooming. A symphony of songbirds. A giant oak fell across the powerlines in last night’s storm. The scurry of a rat in the attic. Things to do, decisions to make. I am still, but stillness is impossible. What Remains.

I speak the phrase three times with alternate punctuations.

What remains? What remains. What remains!

Question. Answer. Proclamation.


  1. Nice tones in the trash can shot.

    I think it would look good as a large print.

  2. As an English major I very much appreciate your last line. WHAT remains.