part magic, part mysticism, sugar & sass, litany and profanity, complete with red and tangly, tasty bits . . .
Jul 30 2003
while my camera is charging
while i am re-charging.
i’ll just start scribbling the words down,
and deliver prose.
i always liked writing.
pictures are not provided -
well . . . they are coded in symbols
that make words
that hang together in sentences
and create meaning
one has to invent the image in their head.
i hope you can see
what i saw.
Jul 21 2003
imprisonment?
overrated?
underappreciated?
reality?
my best friend
and favorite passtime . . .
Jul 18 2003
out here in the sticks
the poison ivy is not only a bush
but a thick rope vine that snakes up the trees.
we occasionally hack it down and it mixes with
the bottom layers of leaves and grass.
we forget to haul it away and kill it.
then people like me go traipsing through it
while planting a new flowering crepe myrtle
and shooting pictures of the misty moon
and where the opening in my Birkenstocks are
between the straps are two think patches of
MADDENING RED IRRITATION!
:sigh:
Mother Nature is pretty
and awesome . . .
but she itches like hell.
Jul 13 2003
“Nirvana consists in the psychological stance
that makes you indifferent to suffering.
What is it that turns your life into nothing but suffering?
It is desire and fear -
desire for something, some delusory desire
and fear lest you should lose something.”
~ Joseph Campbell from Transformations of Myth Through Time
i have made my choice
and my choice is rapture.
i am in the center of neither winning
nor losing.
i am in BEING.
Jul 13 2003
i hope i don’t bore you all
with the billion bugs
and the few thousand flowers.
should i go photograph buildings
or portraits
or industrial scenes
or road kill?
as a writer, i tend to write what i know
and what – photographers shoot what they see?
so YOU see what i SEE, i suppose.
and though i do have concepts
i have mostly fortunate scenery . . .
i see five acres of forest,
i see horses and trees and flowers
i see explosive colors everywhere
and everywhere i go i see
a picture.
today while driving i saw
a lightning storm
a rainbow
a row of trees
blinking on and off with
the million green lights
of fireflies
a once impeccable white classic car
with hanging fuzzy dice
badly wrecked on the side of the road.
and i wonder at how to capture it all.
and will i have time?
Jul 08 2003
leaving Detroit today . . .
i think i made peace
and now — time is the helper
or the enemy.
Jul 04 2003
well,
i’m in Detroit visiting family right now
spent time sleeping and pacing and weeping
in the ICU waiting room at William Beaumont hospital
i’m not certain my grandmother is going to make it,
but we shall see . . .
they intubated her, she’s having trouble breathing
and recovering from a stroke.
she’s a fighter and a strong woman.
and i must be strong for my own mother right now
as someday . . . i will have to do the same for her.
Andrea E. Janda
littleREDelf
