Showing posts with label Solo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Solo. Show all posts

Thursday, February 9, 2023

Solitary

 

Self Portrait 
 
 
 
"Overlook"
Canon G7x Mark II
Snapseed
Glaze
 
 


I was never one of them

and am even less

so 

now.

It was an act of great
 
cowardice on my
 
part to try
 
so long
 
to fit
 
in.

A

shameful

waste of life

energy.




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Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

you never show


Tower 

you never do...


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Friday, November 3, 2017

Thanks anyway...


Pals


He said "I feel like I should get together with you."

What I said was "That would be lovely."

What I thought was "I'm too fucking

far down this shit-stained road

to be anyone's should."

~


Sunday, August 27, 2017

The Violence of Crowds



"What is a crowd?
A crowd is mindless, unbearable, fickle, unpredictable beast with no name. It's a flock of sheep...a pack of wolves. A horse tame in the harness, but dangerous when set free. A crowd is a burning fire raging out of control. It's a contagion - a fever filled with delirium - a concrete surface of crowded breaths - clouded souls fallen into empty eyes - child wards liberated by the sway of the pack descend the ladder of civilization - morbidly nervous and excitable they boil up to the surface of the cauldron of a city and reduce down to the primitive. Abandoning intelligence, judgement and thought, they are vulnerable to agitators, infiltrators and desecrators. A crowd needs to be ruled. Thirsty for obedience, it seeks out its patriarch, its despotic father - cheap tyranny - commander - to be manipulated - controlled.
What is a crowd?
A crowd is not us"
~ Bill Buford ~ 
'Among the Thugs: The Experience, and Seduction of Crowd Violence'

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 I was in Boston on the 19th for the counter-protest against
some he-men Nazis and white supremacists.
I was in there on the Common with 40,000 others. 
I could sense the mindlessness of the throng.
I could sense the ever-so-subtle edging into violence...
The whispering urge to strike "at them"...

It wasn't fun.

One can notice the same phenomena
in all sorts of gatherings, not
just protests....


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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Pot


Pot 

~

 

Friday, February 24, 2017

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Friday, January 6, 2017

Still


Parker River Wildlife Refuge


Looking for reflection in puddles,

You’re blind to everything -

Incessant self-reference drowns

Even crashing, hissing 10-footers.

Still...

Still…

Still.
 

Parker River Wildlife Refuge

 

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