tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post8879907226404311321..comments2023-12-11T19:34:51.189-06:00Comments on Eine Klage-Welt: the world's edge is its heart: a week of silent images: 3James Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-87273185835836625972010-02-02T19:51:32.275-06:002010-02-02T19:51:32.275-06:00Chrome: I'm glad there was something here for ...<b>Chrome</b>: I'm glad there was something here for you -- whatever it was!James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-61655040793923270142010-02-02T07:53:04.843-06:002010-02-02T07:53:04.843-06:00No idea what it was but I was intrigued and entert...No idea what it was but I was intrigued and entertained.chrome3dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04576475963450286806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-9203310367362505822010-02-01T15:35:46.447-06:002010-02-01T15:35:46.447-06:00Martin: Flight taken apart, deconstructed :-) ... ...<b>Martin</b>: Flight taken apart, deconstructed :-) ... As a child, one dreams of flying, all the amazed faces looking up as you float past the high treetops ... but later, the dream is abstracted, transferred ... <b>here</b> ... where we don't have to admit it, when we fall....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-56586680780682807432010-02-01T15:31:09.016-06:002010-02-01T15:31:09.016-06:00James: I agree ... for a picture, poem, music, wha...<b>James</b>: I agree ... for a picture, poem, music, whatever -- if you can <b>say</b> what it means, then just say it, why take the picture, write the poem?....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-17332377141318292752010-02-01T15:16:51.374-06:002010-02-01T15:16:51.374-06:00Roxana: This red, yes.... You know, I thought the ...<b>Roxana</b>: This red, yes.... You know, I thought the red was too much, and I tried other colors, blue, green --- but this fire, ths blood would not release me ... it insisted :-)<br /><br />"between the wounded flesh and the breath of grace, where is my home" -- oh, you know me! and you <b>speak</b> me better than I speak myself....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-60562389881783843292010-02-01T00:10:50.803-06:002010-02-01T00:10:50.803-06:00For me, these are the constituent parts necessary ...For me, these are the constituent parts necessary for flight, yet they remind me of the inevitability of landing.Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-59124788949205772102010-01-31T23:53:27.706-06:002010-01-31T23:53:27.706-06:00I've thought about doing something like this. ...I've thought about doing something like this. I like seeing photos that are left for me to figure out regardless of if there is deep meaning or not. Good pictures like these don't need words anyway.Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13938841714182436845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29519072.post-63871168381535985082010-01-31T17:56:24.001-06:002010-01-31T17:56:24.001-06:00(do i still need to say how thrilled i am with you...(do i still need to say how thrilled i am with you silent week-project? :-)<br /><br />why is this red tearing through me? between the bone and the feather, the wounded flesh and the breath of grace, where is my home?Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.com