... If rape or arson, poison, or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
"a mile or more in a foreign clime, to see farther inside of me" - syd barrett
But I sold my freedom
For free room and board,
Like a monkey in a zoo. - Daniel Johnston

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Island lives ...



Thru' this world, Together we surf
Yet prisoners, of our own turf

(pic and words by him...)

5 comments:

Yohan said...

That is an excellent picture for the post!

him ... said...

Thnks. wasn't sure if the message would be obvious enough in the picture

Yohan said...

Once again, I might be wrong, but it seems like the togetherness of the plastic toys is juxtaposed with the fact that they are attached to separate bases or foundations (turf), which are forever disconnected.

Himanshu the visuo-poet. The photobard.

him ... said...

U got it right, but u missed the optimism/delusion/ignorance (left to right) in the expressions on their faces.

quasi said...

I would have put the expression of the right most one to be "foolishly exuberant" rather than ignorance ... but good pic, especially rings good with "... prisoners of our own turf"

cool dude.

p.s.
I also like the photobard thingie .. hehehe