Thursday, July 28, 2005

Elegy for Joseph Brodsky

welcome, originally uploaded by gwhughey.


In plain speech, for the sweetness
between the lines is no longer important,
what you call immigration I call suicide.
I am sending, behind the punctuation,
unfurling nights of New York, avenues
slipping into Cyrillic
winter coils words, throws snow on a wind.
You, in the middle of an unwritten sentence, stop,
exile to a place further than silence.


I left your Russia for good, poems sewn into my pillow
rushing towards my own training
to live with your lines
on a verge of a story set against itself.
To live with your lines, those where sails rise, waves
beat against the city's granite in each vowel,--
pages open by themselves, a quiet voice
speaks of suffering, of water.


We come back to where we have committed a crime,
we don't come back to where we loved, you said;
your poems are wolves nourishing us with their milk.
I tried to imitate you for two years. It feels like burning
and singing about burning. I stand
as if someone spat at me.
You would be ashamed of these wooden lines
how I don't imagine your death
but it is here, setting my hands on fire.

Ilya Kaminsky


Free Grass

free grass, originally uploaded by gwhughey.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005


Trapped, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Unknown Soldiers

Unknown, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

"Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death."

Sun Tzu

Strange Little Girls

Strange Little Girls, originally uploaded by vintage girl.

Sunday, July 24, 2005


Tranquility, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

Thought Crime

Thought Crime, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

Thoughtcrime does not entail death, thoughtcrime IS death

Friday, July 22, 2005

Shining Through

Shining Through, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

"Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and then we'll need no other light"

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

It's Just A Little Bit Of Everything (That's Brought Me Down To This)

Shadow of the Empire, originally uploaded by drgandy.

It's Just A Little Bit Of Everything (That's Brought Me Down To This)
Steven Jesse Bernstein

Waiting for the news to break
I've been waiting for the magic kiss
I've been up all night, looking down at the city lights
It's just a little bit of everything
That brought me down to this

Living in the afterglow
Of a flame that burned out long ago
And when the darkness fades from my window shades
It'll be a little bit of everything
That brought me down to this

No, no, no...

Living on one light tonight
When there isn't any end in sight
You got to hide from the sun when you're living a loaded gun
It's just a little bit of everything
That brought me down to this

And I'm waiting for the news to break
And I'm waiting for the magic kiss
I've been up all night, looking down at those city lights
It's just a little bit of everything
That brought me down to this"

Monday, July 18, 2005


smile, originally uploaded by jecate.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

No One Leaves Here

No one leaves here, originally uploaded by ghostbones.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005


Dream, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

She dreamed she was a butterfly. When she awoke she could not tell if she dreamed about the butterfly or if the butterfly dreamed about her. This is the transformation of things.

Butterfly Dream

Monday, July 11, 2005

Bright Things Come To Confusion

When The Storm Comes In, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
- William Shakespeare

Psalm IV

Spread your wings and fly!, originally uploaded by Pandarine.

"Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem
having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake
on my lap
Lo & behold! I was thoughtless and turned a page and gazed on the living
and heard a voice, it was Blake's, reciting in earthen measure:
the voice rose out of the page to my secret ear never heard before-
I lifted my eyes to the window, red walls of buildings flashed outside,
endless sky sad Eternity
sunlight gazing on the world, apartments of Harlem standing in the
each brick and cornice stained with intelligence like a vast living face--
the great brain unfolding and brooding in wilderness!--Now speaking
aloud with Blake's voice--
Love! thou patient presence & bone of the body! Father! thy careful
watching and waiting over my soul!
My son! My son! the endless ages have remembered me! My son! My son!
Time howled in anguish in my ear!
My son! My son! my father wept and held me in his dead arms."

Allen Ginsberg

Friday, July 08, 2005

Sooner Or Later

Jack the Ripper, originally uploaded by ghostbones.

Don't try to compromise
I'll learn to love to hate it
I am not integrated

Wednesday, July 06, 2005


Daffodils, originally uploaded by Navel Gaze.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

The Outsider

The Outsider

"The atmosphere of the existentialist outsider is unpleasant to breathe. There is something nauseating, anti-life, about it: these men without motive who stay in their rooms because there seems to be no reason for doing anything else. It is essentially an adult world, this world-without-values. The child's world is altogether cleaner; the air tastes of expectation. A big store at Christmas time is a new world. For the sick soul, the man outside, this 'new world' produces a feeling of horror; it is a symbol of a mechanical civilization that runs in grooves like a gramophone record, precluding freedom."

Colin Wilson
The Outsider

Monday, July 04, 2005

Fourth Of July

Art by GWHughey

Happy Independence Day!

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Outside Of Everything

Smashd again, originally uploaded by SteveFE.

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
-Henry James


escape, originally uploaded by Stijn Coppens.

I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape.
Jack Henry Abbot

Friday, July 01, 2005

Heaven Is A Playground

SCINTILLA!!!, originally uploaded by

The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground.
-Gilbert K. Chesterton