Wednesday, July 27, 2016

A straw for me








  It's mystifying, to one of their
  contemporaries, how commentators
  in the media, even of careers as
  long as theirs, remark on a hol-
  lowing out of Bill Clinton, with
  a leaner diet, resulting from
  cardiac surgeries. They confuse
  horsepower with displacement, a
  rust-belt comprehension fueled,
  I fear, by imagery in which the
  work they do, is steeped in bias.





  I remark, if only to myself, on
  the supercharging power of ref-
  lection, in the continuum he dia-
  grammed in Philadelphia. The dif-
  ference between speculation and
  testament seems forgotten by our
  sages, dieting on commercials. At
  the same time, Donald Trump had
  been prescient to warn, the Dem-
  ocratic Party would trot out a
  candidacy of tired antiquity. I
  see just straw against his wind,
  and nothing he can do about it.

  















Robert Frank
US 90, Texas, 
  outside Del Rio
1955

Keith Carter
(American, b. 1948)
Dancers
Lost dog

Photographer 
  unknown
A straw each






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