Wish I could take credit for its starkness, it’s minimalism, it’s negative capability.
Simplicity and the simpleness of a drawn line sometimes speaks volumes. Here you have the simple image of an outline of a human being (no gender defined) with his/her hand to their face. One said it was a cell phone,another a small rude gesturel but what it does show is an individual alone on huge piece of paper.
If Dale didn’t tells us that it was ASL symbol for being bored, then all the observations of that image are true.
Is that image inviting others to join or seeking isolation? For me it very striking commentary of our society, if I accept the observation of someone holding a cell phone. All you have to do is look everywhere and see people standing alone, with in most cases, with expressionless faces, as we assume they are talking to another stand alone person, somewhere else.
Everybody is talking about.???.. but are they listening.
10-20 years ago, heck maybe even FIVE years ago if you saw someone walking down the street alone, talking away, you would think the person crazy or maybe even something worse.
Today, and I am still getting used to this paradigm, the thought is that they are talking on a cell phone with an ear mic/speaker. I am still not used to desk jockies that use them. I constantly “interupt” people that, to me, are just sitting there staring at their computer screens only to have the “just a minute finger” go up and the phone conversation continues.
You forgot the part about standing in front of the bathroom mirror in the dark while all your junior high girlfriends giggle giddily in the hallway until you come shrieking out, certain that you’ve seen the first glimmer of something…
That, really, is poetry. Or at least the kind I like & write. Behold:
You forgot the part
about standing in front
of the bathroom mirror
…in the dark
while all your junior high girlfriends
giggle, giddy, in the hallway
until you come out,
…shrieking,
certain that you’ve seen
the first glimmer of…
…something.
Nope. But if there had been a noise in the background, it would most likely have been my sister…who also tended to “guide” the ouija board to its answers.
I did that once in my house and in fact could hear a voice in the background yelling something that sounded like “Ok, whose turn is it to do the dishes?”
My cousin had the same knack.She and the ouija board were diligent in trying to convince me I would some day marry a women named Esther. We would watch Dark Shadows and when it was over we would draw the curtains get out the ouija board and try to scare ourselves but usually ended up rolling on the floor laughing.It was a great summer.Ahh.., to be ten and on summer vacation again.Esther where art thou?
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