Friday, November 10, 2006
This is Sam helping me paint the eaves this June. The scaffold was a spooky thing. It played tricks on me, and made me think that gravity was..well, arbitrary. I didn't know my own "down" any more, when I stood on it, on my old legs. For Sam it was a web, and he was its spider.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
Maggie had decided to die at this point. She had just decided, and we didn't know. She tried to tell us, by arranging herself like a shirt, in a drawer, like some inanimate thing that she was to become. At the time, she still had something in her, though, a spirit that could not help looking.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
They look silly for me, at me. But you see them. Who are you, that they might be worth your attention, that you might be worth their silliness? Ah, that is the wrong question. Who are these incarnate songs of consciousness, these petals on the crysanthemum of self-knowing creation?
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
Is the moment in which intense laughter occurs, as long as a moment of silence? According to my friend John Kellden, beauty and intensity are two other measures of time that do not show up on stopwatches. This moment has beauty and intensity, a whole day's worth. Maybe a week.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
Sara, Casey, Sam, Nick. I left a hole in the moment next to Sara. As I stand to snap the picture, everyone mistakes me for the future, for some observer who might react, or judge. I am only the point where their looks converge. Nick is in the picture, but he leaves a hole in my life into which phone calls, thoughts, and prayers fly like bats in the summer night, dark against darkness. I wonder.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
My face of pleased parent and my son's face of graduating high school. I am shrinking in time and needs, while Sam expands to fill those parts of the world that are not full of themselves yet. Our conventional wisdom says the world is full. His soul, however, perches, and sees worlds where he can yet fly.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
This is a big empty modern space. There is an achievement of heightened emptyness here. That is different from merely being empty. It is a representation of emptyness that overwhelms your personal relationship to space. You disappear, along with everything else that might have filled this space...ideas, feelings, memories...
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
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