Wednesday, June 4, 2008
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.
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