If you dissect a birdTo diagram the tongueYou'll cut the chordArticulating song.If you flay a beastTo marvel at the maneYou'll wreck the restFrom which the fur began.If you pluck out the heartTo find what makes it move,You'll halt the clockThat syncopates our love.´Admonition´, Sylvia Plath.
I like the idea of trying to communicate dreams to other people, but this is nearly impossible as the poem implies. However, I admire this abstract photography of yours. I feel that the dream worlds for me are darker and also more representational of the thing we like to call real life. sp
thks for your words, it´s nice to read your comment here. i related the photos to those flashes sometimes you get when you wake up, you know you were dreaming but can´t "remember" almost nothing. sometimes i do remember the "structure" of my dream, but no images, sometimes only images, always incomplete, traces.
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