Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Blind Man Looking for a Shadow of Doubt

if i knew where
i was going next,
i wouldn't be taking so many
or reading all these books,
trying to divine my future 
in pillow cases
and stitched book bindings,
lost in the small decisions 
of each day,
only a little bit numb.

i am the inevitable wanderer
the boy who always says 
but never knows
how to leave.

─ Habeeb Abu-Futtaim, The Souq Waqif's Army


Saturday, March 9, 2013

Obsessed with the Mess that's America

"Being in New York, I was most impressed with the loneliness and talent show of emotions in the subways and cafeterias. One night, I borrowed a twin lens reflex and went out and photographed people in cafeterias. I developed the film as soon as I came back. What I saw pleased me more than anything I had done before. They weren't pictures of people, they were pictures of the way I felt."

─ Ted Croner, Street Seen: The Psychological Gesture in American Photography 1940-1959, p. 91

Friday, March 8, 2013

The Good in Goodbyes

No, nothing sums up to it. Just a separation; a gap, a void, a distance from everyone and everything. Towering. Extending. Prolonged. And I wish I was one of those many poets who could alter this hopelessness into something delightful. But you don't understand. You won't understand. And I can't explain.

We are all responding to our capacity to execute life and live fully; not in finding the breach that you thought never existed in the first place, not in filling holes, nor keeping up with someone who's lost, or probably wasn't even there to begin with. We don't have to venture and experience the world in the way we have been told to. So maybe, just maybe, in parting we could grow.

One day, you'll grasp the subterfuge of our existence. When the day comes, you'll gaze at life with the brightest smile, whispering to the restless winds: "I am just passing by." 

So this is your maverick. And this is Vienna.