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Found these among my mother's belongings. Not sure who took them or even where they're from. I found them interesting, though, in part because they show an American city (New York?) at a time when the transition from the horse to the "horseless buggy" was well underway. Some of these images show horse-drawn carriages and motor cars existing side-by-side. They're also interesting, to me, because they show industrialization well underway. This was also, of course, the year before the stock market crash of 29.
Poetry exists and it is a poet's job to attempt and corral the words to fit what the mind understands...
This thread could be considered art, poetry, expression or nothing more than a moment of what is as captured by - what is.
Pictures captured by film, pictures drawn on a cave wall, words, thoughts, song, music...
Feel free to add your own drawn thoughts.
Charlie Ottoway, by Milner Place
It was about ten to eleven when I went out into the street.
The world was considerably empty except for some
of the kind that doesn’t encourage shadows but seeps
strokes bushes, lawns and black dustbins
with soft hands.
Yet I was thinking about Concepcion Delgado
and the Sierra de Ronda, neither of whom had
anything to do
with the hour or weather,
but inhabited sharp and shadow, steel and jet;
a time filled with saffron rice
and the voices of wine.
And she smiled.
And the hills smoked.
And Tommy Fairbrother
came out of his garden and we walked together
to the Bay Horse with such precision
that Lucky Tomlinson was just unbolting the door,
greeting us with the politeness
for the most despised reps.
But the beer was silky and Tommy
a man of few words.
Like that one in Lowestoft
who was so ashamed of his teeth
all his neighbours...