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Tag: identity

I didn’t expect this, the self says

What do you make of a moment when you real­ize the you are a super-structure, or an out­crop­ping, and that the foun­da­tions that you relied on blindly aren’t squarely placed on earth, but are adjunct and extra­ne­ous? We are seduced by the frag­ile beauty of these images when we encounter them: beach cot­tages on stilts, […]

I’m looking for the language of Willpower because I’m fat

I don’t like shar­ing writ­ing here that’s ill-considered and unformed. The excerpt below is an excep­tion. It’s a recent note from my work­book. I’d seen a pic­ture of T & me from Mother’s Day and was dis­cour­aged by how swollen and weighted down l looked. My phys­i­cal real­ity had sep­a­rated from my self-perception. That kind […]

People on the beach: 1880’s and Today

In the great scheme of things, how much do things really change? Life was meaner and the time and space of human emo­tion more nar­row 130 years ago. But the essen­tial com­po­nents of the human con­di­tion were much like they were today. I’m reminded of these things when I look at the pho­tos below. Peo­ple cluster […]

Photograph: “Smile”

From Pictorymag.com. Urban use, dis­use and decay from Detroit. Build­ings have a con­tex­tual iden­tity when they are in use, even when they are dete­ri­o­rat­ing. They take on a mea­sure of human intent. When build­ings are dis­man­tled, they lose their iden­tity, becom­ing as ran­dom as any nat­ural encounter. The jux­ta­po­si­tion of use, dis­use and decay creates […]

November 12, 2009

Fifty years ago, my mom was at the begin­ning, my dad was at the begin­ning, I was about to start. We were all in Worces­ter, in the lit­tle apart­ment. Nine months was com­ing to an end: the mar­riage was 11 months old. What voices ran through their minds? It was a start­ing out. They were […]