“Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague.
Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.”
~ Aldous Huxley ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Autumn 2001.
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THIS YEAR OF PLAGUE
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…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)...
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My internet provider, who shall be nameless, but rhymes with T-online, has been down since this afternoon. That I was even able to post this on WordPress and Facebook is nothing short of a technical miracle. Corrections will be made once the server is back up and running, but I am not holding my breath…
“They fancied themselves free, and no one will ever be free so long as there are pestilences.” ~ Albert Camus