an image diary

"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

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6-6-2007-10





dulce et decorum est pro patria mori...

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What an image can do! All along, daily, the inertia of the images posted here, in public, what I notice while walking around, what interests me and not so much you or others. The images bore me a little too sometimes, I know. Then suddenly an image I didn't make but took and showed around as with other images, just an image, nothing beautiful, nothing novel, but yes a little indecorous, and I discover myself embroiled in what other people see, or what they see others might see, and it might be toothsome and it might be lair-y and covered in scales, what they see behind their seeing, and it might be "hurtful." What I've done by showing it around, I'm told. "Hurt" hurt more than "poor judgment," I notice. What words can do, also.

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I accuse myself of detraction for no good reason since it had to be pointed out to me. Really I'm wondering what else might be pointed out.


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"Outside the mystery of Christ there is something that is extraordinarily ordered towards death. The mystery of grace is about salvation from death: the death of intelligence by sin."

Br. John Luke, notes on "Grace"

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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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