…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)...
Very good! Also, the 2 quotes from Anais Nin and Peter Kreeft are very profound. What is real? Is reality only in our minds? Without a choice, does anything have meaning? Only machines do not have a choice. But if we do, as I believe, have a choice, then we must also be responsible for our choices, e.g., the impact of them. But what is a right choice? What is a wrong choice? How do we measure or judge the choices we make? And, by the way, we must choose. There is no such thing as life without choices. Wow! There is so much we don’t know, and never will, or will we?.
A choice is a small anomaly in the fabric of reality. Quite often we are not offered a choice and are dragged unceremoniously to our destiny…
“Without that freedom to sin there is also no freedom to love.” ~ Peter Kreeft