An acrostic dedicated to the indigenous peoples
who believed a photograph could steal your soul
Grab a moment from the moving stream of life and
Hold on to it until a whole host of remembrances become
One with the frozen image before you, a false idol that
Sucks vitality from your world and
Teases you with mere appearances.
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A ghost dance!
Whoo-oo-oo …
It definitely becomes a false idol when we believe it represents the truth.
It’s merely captured light…
I like the idea of photos and text but find photos alone rather impenetrable.
Some photos have power to stand on their own, but I agree with you Dave, most work best with words. I like the hand photo. It can stand on its own although I want to know the story behind it. Maybe it is better with simply the mystery. –Curt
I picked the hand photo because it had an ambiguous relationship with the text. Was it blocking the photographer or grasping for a photo? And two possibilities give rise to the idea that there may be more …
Many. Let the imagination soar.
Amen to that!
Very nice indeed.
But what of the reality or a person as a series of memories
of the kind exchanged at funerals.
Ps
Do you know the following (Ghost stories)
Geoffrey Chaucer
Hill, Susan
Oscar Wilde
Peter Straub
Torey L Hayden
I like that. People had to make do with internal memories until the invention of photography and I don’t suppose they were any worse off. Thanks for your list – I know the Hill and Wilde but not the others – will look them up. Didn’t know Chaucer wrote a ghost story …