Friday, January 4, 2013
Lit
Night rain. A soggy, lightless morning. Rooms. I need to be more creative with the lights I place there. They are littered with puddles of light, but it doesn't seem to fill the air. My aging eyes need illumination.
Luminaries. Light of my life. . . . A world lit by fire.
I am full of obscure phrases, seemingly disconnected things. Broken. Untethered.
I blame the factory, but I go willingly and complain. Perhaps the complaint is my art. Creative Complaint, he Art of the Argument.
I must quit sending emails at night when I have had too much to drink. Rather, I must quit sending emails at night. On lightless mornings that emanate darkness, they do not please me.
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WoooW! Beautiful little rag doll.
ReplyDeleteVery cool photo, I love it.
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ReplyDeleteThe sun here is so weak. Drained. Bleached. Especially against the snow. Beautiful but tired and a bit dazed -- sort of as you describe how you feel maybe.
Why the high heel shoes?
She reminds me of Natalie Portman.
N, It is the model's favorite. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteL, Sounds beautiful. I don't know how to answer about the heels? Why not heels? Why not moccasins? It is all beyond me.
Oh, and yes, this was her "Black Swan" outfit.