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Date Posted: 21:00:26 04/20/04 Tue
Okay, about the wedding: I don't care if I get an official invite, necessarily, although I wouldn't mind getting one either. I will, however, definitely be there, though I don't have any of the details (hotel, dates, etc) worked out as of yet. I shall keep you all posted.
About the pictures: They no longer exist, for the most part. The best ones got rained on and subsequently stuck together and when I tried to peel them apart they ripped and I got rid of most of them. The few I have left are pretty uninteresting, but I'll see what I can do about scanning them or whatnot.
Actually, just thinking about those pictures makes me sad, because they're some of the best pictures I've ever taken and the ones most charged with emotional resonance, and they're gone forever.
There was one picture I wrote a poem about, it was the picture I took of Michael and Ashley and Kelley and Chris in front of a speeding subway car, and the subway looks strange and intangible blurring by in the background and everybody looks beautiful and young and... Well, it had always been my favorite photograph and now the only place it exists is in my mind.
Here's that poem, if anybody cares (and even if you don't):
PHOTOGRAPH apoembypaulcarson
years ago
i took a photograph
freezeframe black-and-white
the subway blurring byh in the background
taking the years away.
it's longlost
gone the way of all things
and only my memory of it remains
like the faded afterimage
burned into my retinas
dancing in my glances.
when the nuclear bomb was tested
a little girl
blind all her life
saw a brief light
then nothing again
forever.
can i be the same
as the one who danced along rainy streets
in love with the girl from the photograph?
did i sleep in a room with four friends
did i live for months on coffee and swiped cigarettes
did i fuck and drink and scream?
seven years later
i can bring up the image
the girl's tilted head and quizzical expression
the best friend's hair tousled by rushing air
the grain of the picture
all crystalclear
and i can't remember yesterday.
longlost
a boy, blind all his life
saw a brief light
then nothing again
forever.
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