…a sanctuary for lost words, for unusual, odd, curious, peculiar, funny, bizarre, weird, uncanny, queer, unexpected, unfamiliar, abnormal, atypical, anomalous, different, out of the ordinary, out of the way, extraordinary, remarkable, puzzling, mystifying, mysterious, perplexing, baffling, unaccountable, inexplicable, incongruous, uncommon, untypical, irregular, singular, deviant, aberrant, freakish, surreal, suspicious, dubious, questionable, eerie and unnatural words, some presented as poetry, others as prose, and quite often melded into photographs, covering such diverse and distantly related themes as Paris, archaeology, music, street art and politics along with a generous helping of perplexing perspectives. I write poetry to be read aloud. Words are only half alive on paper; they are like skeletons. Sound breathes life into them. Makes them sing. While you’re here look for things. You’ll find them… (Oh, and I neglected to mention that unless otherwise credited, all photos are my own creations)...
Alles, was wir sehen ist ein Traum in einem Traum, so Edgar Allen Poe. Und durch welchen Traum (Randy Ray) wachsen wir dann über uns hinaus?
Oder sind wir nicht vielmehr der Traum eines Anderen?
Mein 5-jähriger Sohn sagte einmal: “Papa, und wenn uns nur einer mal träumt?”
“Dreams are powerful elements that drive human ingenuity, thought, and endeavor. Without dreams we would not be who we are. With dreams we become more than we are.” ~ Randy Ray