Distant Displays

Distant Displays #5

 

City Boy

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This is one part of living in the city that I can’t understand. Why must it change so much.
Because people change so much, maybe. But if people change so much then why
live in a city at all. It will always be a catalyst for change, and if you are changing all the time,
then your state of being just becomes change itself. You become fluid. If the city is always changing around
you then you will never be able to call it home, never be able to accept it. Does home have to be
your entire city, or can it just be the places in which you dwell. Dwelling spaces. I don’t have many dwelling
spaces that don’t rely on fixtures and landforms that are very unlikely to change. Maybe that which
does not change is everyone’s home. My dwelling spaces are theirs and so they aren’t really
mine but ours. Changed and unchanged and maybe it’s all the same. Geometric enclosure or
orientation, that is an essential component of comfort.

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Looking out at passerby you’ll never see again. Everyone is so beautiful, so handsome. Looking out
through windows stained with the foggy white palms of children. I love you but I’ll never know any
of you.

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Distant Displays #4

 

Familiar Figures at Familiar Ages

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Slightly pinkish at the top, or the bottom; invert it if
you want to. Ducks are spreading for the great white
reflection of the monument. It is like a sword. I want
it to be like a sword. Ducks are spreading for someone
to capture my oldest brother capturing the monument, but
not the sword in the water. I say someone but really
I know it is my mother, again. I can tell it is my mother
by the technique. Centerfold, outward spread. My Mother
uniquely. What is it saying. Like the split of a brain. Or
symmetry. She likes symmetry. But so I’m still not
totally sure if I was there that day; I cannot seem to
recall it. Colors. Familiar Figures at Familiar Ages.
The Place Itself. But I cannot recall this particular
moment. Perhaps that is what I am doing these for. To try to
remember what I cannot seem to, and  if not remember,
then to construct it as if I was. A photo cannot make
an entire moment definite.

Ducks are spreading out on the water for the great
white sword and I am hoping that I am there.

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Distant Displays #3

 

Spatial Awareness

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Who is the child. Maybe it is my cousin. It is a girl I suppose by the lacey headband
wrapped around its head. They say an infant’s head is so soft that you can like shape it. There is something about this picture that surprises me, or confuses. The girl knows where the camera is, and can understand the concept of using the reflection to see behind herself. The girl is very clearly looking at the photographer, or the camera, and she is like what one at most. What I cannot figure out is if the girl believes that photographer is behind her. Is she spatially aware, or does she believe that the photographer is in front of her. Can I expect an infant of one to be spatially confident.  If she does believe that the photographer in front of her, does this mean that she also believes that mirror is not a mirror, but an entrance to another room. Does she believe that there is another girl standing in front of her way, blocking entrance into this other room. Does the girl know that she is herself.

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Distant Displays #2

 

The Member

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Got this membership card to impress a girl. They had
a mumblecore section and I was like really into
that scene when I was 18 years old but not
really like an adult yet. It’s still good stuff.
The girl had red hair but then she went and
changed it. I dated her but I’m not sure that I like
 that I did. I rented  and saw Last Year At
Marienbad from this store and didn’t understand any of it.

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Distant Displays #1

 

Mother On The Aircraft Carrier

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She is looking cool in those sunglasses. She’s looking cool and I think my father is the one who
took the photo. My Mother was a photographer for a time. My mother must have been trying to
get a picture with whatever those people in the background are flocking to. Is that the Chesapeake
behind my mother. Every body of water in my hometown is the Chesapeake in my mind.
The word is charming and vaguely comprehensive. My mother is looking cool in those sunglasses and
She is looking a lot like me. She is looking at my father or the camera lens (cannot tell because of
the sunglasses) and she is looking much like I do now except it is like decades earlier. She had
3? sons as a young woman and she still looks cool in those sunglasses. Young and cool, not like
a mother at all. That’s my little brother she is holding and not myself. I like that we cannot see
what it was that she tried to align herself with. The cloud of people around her windblown
head seem like they’re trying to tell us something give me the impression of a symbol.

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