So. My final day in the photo challenge. This is the image I would like to show you, but it is also a frame of a film, so please click through and watch for a moment. As Wim Wenders said, Every photo is the first frame of a movie. Im not going to challenge anyone either, but just to thank Nana Ramael for giving me a chance to show you some words by some terrific poets. This man is no exception: Gerard Rudolf. Emily Melting me through the back window of the car just looking at her her rich soil & soap smell still on my shirt finally this is poor memory - i am alone in that car a boy, five driving itself down that street for the final time no steadfast father behind the black wheel no mother with hands sewn together in her lap like nothing they can do no brother who points at things and says i spy... no crying babe-in-arms-sister no sun-ripened loquats on the trees to tempt me with their yellow voices & no radio providing an exit song no just me watching her melt under the sun into soil into the scratchy day, vanishing arm hovering in the air as if she thought of a solution... hand over mouth, choking an objection me and her, Emily melting into the country that made us both made us all melt. That was 1971. ©Gerard Rudolf
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 08:41:08 +0000
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