The brightest of winter mornings, and a walk with João, a Brazilian friend. He is irate about corruption and violence at home.
‘Desordem e regresso, those are the words our flag should bear.’
My flag is wordless on the surface, but were I to scratch at the colours, I imagine that something would emerge, faint and true beneath the red, white and blue. Nostalgia and denial, perhaps.
Later, at home, I read to João a poem by Stanley Kunitz, The Layers. He is struck above all by the final section and asks me to read it once more.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
January 27, 2018 at 12:00
Love these photographs Alan and the lines from Stanley Kuniz, someone who I’m not very familiar with.
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January 28, 2018 at 13:46
Thanks, Murdo. The Kunitz poem is one of my favourites, and his work is well worth exploring.
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January 27, 2018 at 18:12
So glad you’re back Alan
On Fri, Jan 26, 2018 at 10:47 PM, Walking in Mind wrote:
> Alan Nance posted: ” The brightest of winter mornings, and a walk with > João, a Brazilian friend. He is irate about corruption and violence at > home. ‘Desordem e regresso, those are the words our flag should bear.’ My > flag is wordless on the surface, but wer” >
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January 27, 2018 at 21:20
Thanks, Nick.
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February 1, 2018 at 09:30
Very nice Alan and the photograph accompanies the text bauatifully.
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February 1, 2018 at 09:37
Thanks, Aileen.
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