I thought I would try something new. Including thoughts of the blog entry as I post. My entries have been intermittent and seldom. Attributed to many of life's curves and trials. Not complaining. That would be counterproductive. Just saying. It is now 1:07 am and I wanted to go to bed an hour and a half ago. But that small voice deep inside. That voice that has become buried and barely audible. I heard it. My head and my heart and then my hands. The poem itself was composed during the last day of July 2010. The first stanza was compiled or written while driving into downtown Vancouver to pick up my son. The second and third stanzas came to me outside the gym in the evening. The photo was picked out a bunch of half staged half found compositions as I set my camera up while I carried through with various activities in the evening. I thought I would overlay thoughts and actions. If there is a correlation or something indecipherable. In the end, its really all just self wrestling self. Or dog fighting dog. And in this case black dog eats, black dog wins.
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I would like to exchange links with your site aldous-cus.blogspot.com
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Anything is possible. Would love to link up :)
By desaturating the image, you have given it an eerie, timeless quality. There is an interesting contrast between the movement of the dog, and the fan compared to the figure which appears to be frozen. It looks like he has witnessed something so disturbing or even horrifying on television that it has drained the life from his body. I love your poem, which is not only about destruction but vulnerability. Despite the carnage, I don't think that the "black dog" has won. The red text suggests that there is a heart which endures; representing the invincible aspirations of human striving.
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