15 April 2007
you think it's easy, but you're wrong, i am not 1/2 of the problem, _________ is stained and it's not my fault
The weather and my camera have frustrated my efforts to shoot much lately. I've expiremented with different settings on my Nikon D50, but I can't seem to get accurate color, which is frustrating. I took 30 or so shots of an abandoned school yesterday, but every shot was too "warm"--i.e. yellow. I don't have photoshop, and wouldn't know how to use it if I did, so the color thing is irritating. The above shots are--in my opinion--some of the better ones I've taken over the last few days.
two poems by denis johnson
man walking to work
the dawn is a quality laid across
the freeway like the visable
memory of the ocean that kept all this
a secret for a hundred million years.
I am not moving and I am not standing still.
I am only something the wind strikes and clears,
and I feel myself fade like the sky,
the whole of Ohio a mirror gone blank.
my jacket keeps me. my zipper
bangs on my guitar. lord god help me
out by the lake after the shift at Frigidaire
when i stop laughing and taste how wet the beer
is in my mouth, suddenly recognizing the true
wedding of passage and arrival I am invited to.
i would like to be just an old man with my gin,
retiring even from these leaves into
my big, gradual silence beyond the wood
and it will be good,
wife, because i have pointed to you,
and you have become real, within
this darker stillness my eyes grow too wide
it must be that seeing you in the trees
becoming softer than i ever dreamed
has made it all seem
a multitude of nonsense, all the seas,
the planets, all i wrote. i lied,
i swear to you i lied, becoming old and so
very drunk, when i did not lie to you.