I would love to say that you start with a blank. But it’s me.
I start with a blank.
Then I have eggs and toast and coffee on the road and
then I end up somewhere with my cube shaped camera
that I hold like my lovers breasts…i love it, seriously, because it connects me to a past you don’t care about and future which literally does not exist, but i hold it like a cubical warm croissant on a Sunday morning, every time, like that. I can’t explain it, but I describe it hoping you get how powerful the mechanical thing is to me.

Then I make a picture. I don’t take a picture. I am making something not taking something–sounds like stealing. I am collaborating with a particular moment. You are invited, after, but still that original moment is there, somewhat frozen, although I hope you write a poem about it and…thaw it.

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5 Responses to Pyramidamid

  1. bethmyra says:

    from my bed
    over the top of the lampshade
    there are trees
    waiting for spring to warm them
    like I am ready for someone to
    help me sit up

  2. Rena says:

    Yours is a clever way of thikinng about it.

  3. MANNFOLK !!! er og blir mannfolk. 14 Ã¥ringen her dÃ¥ner bare jeg sier ord som BH, truse, bryst… om dagen, vrir seg i stolen og er SÃ… utilpass. Skjønner nÃ¥ ikke hvordan dette skal gÃ¥. DEN skjenertheten har han i all fall ikke etter sin mor !!og du…har du katt ??? Trodde det bare var Jølle som var firbent i ditt hus jeg ??Klem til en venn sendes her…

  4. http://www./ says:

    Rossi, quando o Ricardo disse "Boa Noite senhor Rui Gomes da Silva" o homem virou-se exactamente para o lado oposto onde estava o Ricardo, a olha para a parede.

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