August 27, 2009 § 2 Comments

The Island

Barcelona, Spain – Every man, an island

“Each human being,” he read out loud, “lives in both a community and a state of loneliness and tension, confronted by strangers. The gap of uniqueness is too wide to be bridged. It is not a gap, it is an abyss. Two people glancing at the same object continue to lead isolated, closed-in existences. We remain strangers to each other.”

This was sad, dense, a little arcane, but also true. No matter how intimate people yearn to be with one another, there is very little lasting communion. Divorce rates are only the bluntest example. We seek closeness, but remain apart. We don’t really understand one another. We perceive someone else, even when we love them, only by our imaginings.

The truth is that we live as we dream – alone.

– excerpt taken from “Bridging the abyss – if only briefly” by Elissa Ely
International Herald Tribune
Tuesday, February 3, 2009



August 23, 2009 § 4 Comments




Copenhagen, Denmark – Awake in the small hours.

Awake at four
with the old brain beating
its fast tattoo –
I want, I want –
I think of love,
of the hot scramble
of limbs in darkness;

of the mind
pulsing its secrets
in metaphor;
of synapses firing
need, longing, love;
of the body
with its midnight hungers;

of the mind
caught between dream and waking;
wondering what it is,
self-creating always;

of God,
whatever she is
asking the questions;
Who are you anyway,
and how did you get here,
and what is the distance
between two stars,
between two brain cells,
between two lovers?

Here in the rosy
pink-ringed dark
all the birds
are sentient in their own way
as we –
on the verge
of wakefulness
and song.

~ Erica Jong

Fly as you might

August 14, 2009 § 1 Comment


I am here but to give you my best
Stand by your side while you rest
’cause you’re my girl, ’cause you’re my girl

I will provide for you Bess
I’ve always liked you the best
Fly as you might, Fly as you might

I will support you through this
I’ll hold your hand while you rest
’cause you’re my girl, ’cause you’re my girl

I think my deeds will attest
I’ve always liked you the best
Fly as you might, Fly as you might

~ Julian Plenti

Shibuya streets

August 12, 2009 § 2 Comments










Tokyo, Japan – Wandering the streets of Shibuya in the early hours of a Thursday morning. Rubber boots and a G10.

Wearing masks

August 11, 2009 § 4 Comments




I wanted to ask how much I could reveal about myself, whether my whole life was public property… dressed up for public consumption. Does this make me an exhibitionist? Is nothing sacred?

I walk right into the lives of strangers and ask that they bare all, the more stripped down, the better. Show me everything that you have, warts and all. Don’t be afraid because this is life, this is truth and we are all chained to it. There is nothing to hide.

So where does that leave me? Hiding behind the lens? To show or not to show. To spin illusions or give you, the viewer, the truth. The honesty of broken down relationships, shameful aftermaths, lust, darkness in conjunction with the light.

And if I do walk down this path, what of my friends?

Perhaps they will take to wearing masks.

After the red

August 10, 2009 § 1 Comment

After the red
When ideals fall away and
All that’s left is blue and gray
Leveled snowdrifts, bearded cheeks
Old commie faces on old commie streets

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Like we used to

August 4, 2009 § Leave a comment

The sand in the hourglass is running low
I came through thunder, the cold wind
The rain and the snow
To find you awake by your windowsill
A sight for sore eyes and a view to kill

So get off your low and let’s dance like we used to
But there’s a light in the distance
Waiting for me, I will wait for you
So get off your low and let’s kiss like we used to

– White Lies


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