Monday, March 14, 2011

the arrow of time.


ghosts of ourselves & foreign cities. repeating the same verse twice, thrice. or endlessly. the smoky grayness. 
photographs from alexey titarenko's 'time standing still' series.


Anonymous said...

these are gorgeous!

Sariska said...

Beautiful, yet spooky.

Anonymous said...

I love this guy; his piece
"city of shadows", always reminds me of this poem:

by Sandra Beasley

For six months I dealt Baccarat in a casino.
For six months I played Brahms in a mall.
For six months I arranged museum dioramas;
my hands were too small for the Paleolithic
and when they reassigned me to lichens, I quit.
I type ninety-one words per minute, all of them
Help. Yes, I speak Dewey Decimal.
I speak Russian, Latin, a smattering of Tlingit.
I can balance seven dinner plates on my arm.
All I want to do is sit on a veranda while
a hard rain falls around me. I’ll file your 1099s.
I’ll make love to strangers of your choice.
I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I can do it
on that veranda. If it calls you, it’s your calling,
right? Once I asked a broker what he loved
about his job, and he said Making a killing.
Once I asked a serial killer what made him
get up in the morning, and he said The people.