Wherefore also we must acknowledge that there is one kind of being which is always the same, uncreated and indestructible, never receiving anything into itself from without, nor itself going out to any other, but invisible and imperceptible by any sense, and of which the contemplation is granted to intelligence only. Plato, the Timaeus Advertisements
Poetry about Platonic Khôra and photographs of the woods.
M. Chaplin Cityscape photography with Delerium Electronica.
A photograph and poem couple echoing eternity.
An erasure poem, song, and photography.
Photography and accompanying poem
Photography and Poetry
La Seine et Camille
Paris, la ville de la lumière, je t’aime. Je me souviens.
Cold water surrounds me now, and all I’ve got is an emanation of the referent.
This post features my second version of “Theatre” and a found poem titled “Feeling.”
To create this poem, I separated 100 words of personal prose and kept only my favorite words. Then I wrote the vertically chosen words. This is the result. Pause Cracked seeps shape and shade faint scuffling bones in hot pane. Gust cool wind– listen. creaking, cracking Stand. Sweat. Wait. Here is my original source text….