Standing there and watching


“Standing there and watching” – Honey Bunny by Julianne Pachico

7 thoughts on “Standing there and watching

    1. Recently a friend said that walking with me is like walking a dog: walking. standing. watching. watching. watching. standing. walking. standing. … …. Photographers seem to be boring companions. Sometimes ;-)

  1. Mais si nous admettons que tout soit poésie…..alors qu’est-ce que c’est que la poésie? Et qu’est-ce qu’un poème?

    Robert Frost wrote that “a poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness.”

    Baudelaire of course sees things differently. He says – :tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté, luxe, calme et volupté.”

    I think they’re both right – as is the anonymous author of your sign. And if poetry is indeed as Frost thought, an emotion that “has found its thought and the thought has found words” –

    Then what is it when words find…..the right image? We could go around that one for awhile – but the answer which appeals to me the most is, simply –

    It is this photograph.

    And the person standing there, watching these words … is none other than the photographer herself.

    And we, your viewers …. are watching the watcher. I think Baudelaire would like that. Frost, too …. with his promises to keep, and miles to go ….

    1. Liberté was written on another cobblestone.

      A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
      A photo might begin with a lump in the throat, too.

      And to answer your first question:

      La poésie, c’est un des plus vrais, un des plus utiles surnoms de la vie.

      N’est-ce pas?

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