…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)...
This is very good and well said, especially the first seven lines. I must disagree with the last five lines. I do admit that I, who battles depression, do feel at times like the last five lines are true.
Thank you Paul,as always, for your interest, insights and honesty. In life I try to wind my way through both its beauty and its horror. Fortunately I have never had to deal with too much depression, just that created by broken relationships. Life, even in these dark times now, never depresses me, always just inspires. The fact that I truly believe this is my one and only chance at existence makes me all the more appreciative of the time I have spent and still might have.
“Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.” ~ Emily Dickinson