Taxidermia (lament)

 

Time:

the acceptance of absolutely everything

the ”was” and the ”shall be” in any given conversation

“The strange expectancy of getting on any train gives us”

the carrier of all things beautiful

the patient teacher

a random footnote with an asterisk*

photographable – a Civil War era portrait of an abolitionist in sepia

an instant – already gone as it passes by

premonitory – stop and listen

the skeptic

the story of someone from somewhere who once believed in something

the star she named after you

a piano lesson or any other lesson that includes a sketch or a drawing of a boat

the difference between similar terms and objects

the preacher

the traces you follow to hide in the tranches that separate you from your extraordinary self

the grabber

the reacher

the pain you didn’t know you were feeling until you were born

the beauty of sorrow

humbling – what have they done to you?

ephemerous as the mayfly

self-explanatory

impassible

bitter and sweet

warm and cold

the necessary fight (from the inside out) that never ceases to inspire movie characters with strange habbits

ask yourself

did you keep dreaming although death had been leaning against your shoulders for some time as a final debt to society?

what should you give up to?

what will you do?

did you watch yourself go through all stages of grief and life at once

did you let yourself fall from the highest walls and never returned from the light as they tried to resuscitate you

when you were thrown into life, did you desperately breathe, or were you too confused?

did you force yourself into understanding what could never be understood

did you become a vegetarian, a composite artist

and/or an art curator who moved to New York, bought a small dog and namel it “Lulu”

did you forgive all but couldn’t forget anything

did you look yourself in the mirror and admitted what a hypocrite you are

you couldn’t, could you?

did you try to stop

time:

the collector of all things once beautiful

inconsistent

a strange beautiful animal leaning dead against a woman’s body

as a reminder of her fleeting presence amongst all others

time: the regret

in the end, when it is all over and you finally let yourself become part of the story – yours – with the pain and beauty of it,

after you applaud the script writers, the paintors and the actor who played your part,

think about everything for a moment, in retrospect.

ask to meet the director.

shake his hand.

thank him.

ask yourself why.

there is a time for everything…

* “How did it get this late so soon?”

Rochie albastră, catifea no name

Poșetă catifea, Meli-Melo

Guler vulpe, vintage

Botine snake print, no name

Cămașă albă, no name

Green Eyed Kisses,