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Running, panting, heaving
nut bolts cleaving
my mind, no rewind
just time flying
forward and clawing
gnawing burrowing think worms
inside, primed substance
moulded to the inevitable
destiny of the narrative norms.
Jump out of the form
disrupt this feverish flow,
bobbing and weaving
from the hooks randomly raining
down in the blindness of habit, fight
hard with the tyrant of sound bytes,
flip back to a time where smells melted thoughts
into a metaphysical dim sum,
Hong Kong beating the drum.
ghost
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The family self portrait project started in January 2011.
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own
In 2015 the kids started collaborating and introducing their own ideas
...the project has a life of its own
also,
Every family should do this. It's an amazing record of the little things that matter
To see previous months click on the links below:
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2012
August - waiting for Irene, yeah, the hurricane