"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Consumerism

"Strangers in the City' ~  © Masoud Gharaei
Lens Culture Finalist 2016
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Here stands a man with a camera poised
to snap the silhouette of lanky youth. Focal point
the graffiti on the crumbling wall. Is that Jesus?
There lies a junkie. Head uncushioned on cement slab.
His eyes are bewildered blue. Blood rivulets.
Your mind has turned to dark tales.
The puddles of rainwater are clouded with ink.
See where the barefoot child slumps unawares
in the old man’s lap. Her balloon masks his face.
A man with a camera. Snap.
That homeless woman sleeps under a bridge.
Hands like broken birds. Mother of god.
You turn your face to night shadows.
Feet pass by. Suits. No entry signs.
Hands clasp phones with dread of a lost child.
There is a mask. Carved in bark. The eyes move.
Here stands a man. A camera.
Which is consumer, which more consumed?
You make a quick left turn. Step off the curb.


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I have returned to the prompt: Out of Standard - The Film School Dropout Edition for Play It Again in the Imaginary Garden.


12 comments:

  1. The clipped diction here reads like a director's insructions: look here, look there, at all the fodder for the eye's consumption, for our consuming addiction. A fleeting glance too, over surfaces, not stopping, not deepening, fretful and moving on without digesting. We are taken through a nightscape of excess and damage and horror but all we see is what the director tells us to. An awesome and terrifying script here, Kerry. Can't wait for the sequel.

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  2. always the first writer I check in on when I return to the blogosphere, and writes like this show why

    I love the ADHD-like snapshots. The razor sharp critiques of the rounder world

    "A man with a camera. Snap.
    That homeless woman sleeps under a bridge.
    Hands like broken birds. Mother of god."

    Always a pleasure, and happy new year!

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    1. Thanks for flying in my window from Neverland. Always appreciated.
      :-)

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  3. My goodness, Kerry this is truly one of your best!!

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  4. There lies a junkie. Head uncushioned
    on cement slab. His eyes are bewildered blue

    You captured those deprived most aptly 'including the woman under the bridge!'

    Hank

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  5. The staccato of this poem mimic the rush of feet. How close and far apart we are inside a metropolis..
    Which is consumer... which is more consumed?
    Or are we all a bit of both. Love this one Kerry.

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  6. This feels like a tour. I read the poem without looking at the picture, but I still saw it. When I was back to reread the poem (after seeing the image), I couldn't be sure which was more real.

    My favorite part is the tone, the way it doesn't overwhelm the mind, allowing me to see things with my own eyes.

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  7. Which is consumer, which more consumed? - indeed
    is it the truth...

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  8. this piece really has a sense of captured moments, and swivel to the next image - a sort of ADHD we all now exhibit thanks to the deluge of stolen moments pioneered by Land and Kodak and now heralded by Zuckerberg et al. ~

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  9. Walk smartly, have to go through. Don't stop, head straight ahead, eyes right, eyes left, walk around guy laying there, hand the man a five, say go over to MacD's for a bite, here's another for the girl a cone, keep moving, watch the dog, ...
    Been there, done that, Kerry. Your urgency filled write takes me back.
    ..

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  10. This is great! Love the sharpness of images with the short sentences.

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