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The Insistent Cry of Pulleys | Bamboo Cupping Rainwater: Sasha Pimentel Chacon
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Bamboo Cupping Rainwater: Sasha Pimentel Chacon. January 27, 2008. The Insistent Cry of Pulleys. Love calls us to the things of this world. 8212; sashachacon @ 7:57 pm. Of color (rather than the existence of it), it seems like anything, anything can happen. The winter tunnel so cold, so surprised by our movement. In Richard Wilbur’s poem Love C. Alls Us to the Things of This World. The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,. And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul. Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple.
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Chacón in Chuco: October 2010
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Monday, October 18, 2010. On An Ordinary Day in El Chuco. It was Sunday, and I admit, I'm stealing the title of this blog entry from a great book by Willis Barnstone. Called On an Ordinary Evening in Buenos Aires. In which he walked around the city with Borges, charlando, charlando, the labyrinth that Geogie loved best. So one afternoon (many afternoons) I walked around El Chuco with my camera. I paused before doorways and windows. And got caught in. . . Okay, maybe that transition was a bit sophomoric).
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Chacón in Chuco: August 2013
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Thursday, August 22, 2013. Demon in the Tree. One day at the Grand Canyon, when I snapped this picture of Benjamin Alire Sáenz, I imagined we were being visited by aliens from another planet. Who knows why, but that's why the image struck me. I saw their space ships coming over the canyon and imagined Ben was contemplating his last days on earth. Were they really there? Well, they are now. If I feel the presence of spirits when I look at something, I want to represent that image as I feel it. What is tru...
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Chacón in Chuco: November 2010
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010. The Expendables: Cuesta una vida solo 4 ‘pennies’. I read it on the news. So it must be true. The one that serves El Paso/Ciudad Juraez, reports that a life is worth four pennies. Which life I wonder. Wednesday, November 3, 2010. When I walk around the city shooting street photography, I am often stuck by people I see, so, of course, I want to take their picture. Like these ladies going down an elevator. They saw me, and they clearly know I was taking their picture. Whereas ...
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Reading Sharon Olds Again Before Bed | Bamboo Cupping Rainwater: Sasha Pimentel Chacon
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Bamboo Cupping Rainwater: Sasha Pimentel Chacon. February 1, 2008. Reading Sharon Olds Again Before Bed. 8212; sashachacon @ 5:59 pm. 8220;the truth, which is the. Single body alone in the universe. Against its own best time.”. I had a dream I had six nipples, multi-colored. Each tingling one. Here, a blue-bumped sticky. Thing, fat under my thumb and sloughing off. Light powder. They say dust is nothing more. Than human skin. Oh, if I were in fiery space. And all the soot around me stars instead, grinding.
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Nesting Ground: 06/01/2012 - 07/01/2012
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Where Veronica Montes preens her feathers and waits for inspiration. Tuesday, June 05, 2012. If you don't mind, I'm just going to ignore the fact that I've been absent from this space for.oh, a very long time. Why is that silly girl chasing Risa! She will NEVER catch her:. Why would anyone hit a grounder directly to Vida? Vida will scoop it up, whip it to first base, and even though the batter will run with all her might, she will be OUT. So out:. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Nesting Ground: 03/01/2014 - 04/01/2014
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Where Veronica Montes preens her feathers and waits for inspiration. Monday, March 24, 2014. A beautiful one-stop spot for all things good and beautiful and painful and crafted. Anyways, I was having a hard time getting started. I couldn't organize my thoughts; it's like they wouldn't sit still long enough for me to take a picture. Two things happened to get my head in the right place:. Oh my god. Who knows? So thank you, random masseuse. Thank you for bringing me back into my body. Don't Call Me Paqui.
