This entry was posted on February 3, 2013 at 5:55 pm and is filed under literacy.
Untitled [ Still Life ]
February 3, 2013
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February 4, 2013 at 8:04 pm
Fruit! In a still life…where’s the poem? Mango, pear…blue leaves, and is that granite? I wonder what this photograph would do if you tried it black and white as well. I am pleasantly surprised by this and will now read your James Joyce poem.
February 5, 2013 at 2:24 pm
I know, I know. I called the picture ‘mango1’, but it’s actually a papaya and two pears, and that ‘granite’ is Formica. I guess nothing is what it seems anymore. Still, ‘still life’ has got to be the original oxymoron, does it not? I may get a poem out of this yet. (The papaya was delicious; the pears, as of this writing, are still not ripe enough to eat.)