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-----Original Message-----
From: judy prince <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
Date: Thursday, June 23, 2005 10:32 AM
Subject: Re: snap 22 June 2005
Lawrence,
~ A true snap: photo focused on what can't be heard
~ In this poem, your director-vision noting the "business," i.e., all which tells but is not told.
~ An architect's water-walking, invoking the Sailor within us all.
Good thanks for your careful plying,
Judy
----- Original Message -----
From: "Lawrence Upton" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, June 22, 2005 9:50 AM
Subject: snap 22 June 2005
"and Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water"
Three men pictured beside and leaning on
the chill store ice machine. Two are fishermen
and one is an architect whom they consult.
You may identify each profession
with some certainty, by the clothes it wears;
and the look of expectant deference that two
have for the one, who is all alone
on his side of the chill store ice machine.
They put their weight on it; he rests his hand
and looks down, at it, as might generals
upon relief maps. It carries meaning,
part of what he says upon a press day;
and, with his right hand, he seeks for a thought
almost near his heart but, it seems, floating
upwards. This is rhetorical. He shall
secure it; and, opening the hand, flutter it
into a startling flight before the men -
One already looks a bit surprised.
The architect sees no frozen water.
He looks out of himself into his space,
walking the surface of his inner thoughts
of divets and of concrete, earning fees.
None here is saying words. We're in a gap
between uttered sounds, one of many
tableaux persisting for a news vision
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