This is the first photograph
I have seen in several years
which spontaneously inspired
me to possess it. I'm happy
to be able to recall, having
met it fatal moments ago, a
primary and pure effect. It
was published with a frame
of reference that I resisted
investigating, and possibly
always will.
By common practice, this is
how a creative publication
is often read. Here, the
publisher is in the place
where this page has been
described, its writing be-
ing the privileged image,
collateral data resisted. It
just happens to be the fate
of that publication, for
the writing to be the pho-
tograph. We all prosper in
our own way.
The picture at the center
of this discussion is the
work of one of my favour-
ite writers of the day.
I pretty entirely love it.
Now with that frame of ref-
erence, I have invaded it,
and certainly your impres-
sion of it. This indelicacy
was not intended. I have
never doubted, it is sound
to read for the pictures.
I wish everyone a superb
day.
this image of the B&W figure is one to view with relish and delight - to own it would be a thing of beauty hovering framed over your bed stead making sure you dreamed dreams of dreams delight
ReplyDeleteI cannot feel, Lucien, that any of one's walls should enjoy privileges greater than one's own, particularly where any thing of beauty is to be affixed. I dream well enough to contemplate the travel I could have enjoyed with the price of their already over-indulging paint, without letting them have the whole 9 yards of my reveries. Even with infinite means I'd probably not relinquish this to their enhancement. I know it marks one out as strange, but I've never believed in the spoiled wall; they have a job to do, and I say, let them get on with it. Hold the place up, Wall, and keep still.
ReplyDeleteStill, I thank you for the generosity of the thought. :)