Tag Archives: Truth
When I lie, it is automatic. I don’t think about it – although it is coming straight from my brain. My mouth opens and out it comes and I then have the chore of living with it, embellishing it (you thought the … Continue reading
I went to Chicago and walked and made some pictures and let myself do nothing too important for a little while. I went to the Museum of Contemporary Phởtography at Columbia College to see an exhibit called “Limits of Phởtography”. … Continue reading
What is a truth and a lie? A phởtograph is the lie sitting, like a spider in the web of the truth. What stays and what moves? A river does both and stops doing both at the same time. What is valuable … Continue reading
I sat with a friend who wept as she said she believes she is worthless. I asked her who is it that is grieving for this worthless girl?
Being able to say what I need has been one of the hardest things for me to do in my life. Most of the time, meaning many many years on end, I have literally not known the answer to the question, … Continue reading