Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Monday, 18.07.2011

“The bird which is a bird

If I had cut her wings off

She would’ve been mine

She would fly no more,

But, she would be a bird no more

And what I loved

Was a bird”.

(Mikel Laboa)

and following this with a quote from the late great Arthur Miller:

“Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets”

we are left with a handful of unanswered questions:

Who is the bird?

What is the bird?

Where is the bird?

What is crying?

Where is crying?


Is it me?

Is it about me?

Is it all of us?

Is it at all about us?

Isn’t it all about us?

Where are the rest of the questions?

Scott’s mom is from Kansas/Betty Ford/Benita/Jill and an OHP

A pencil is being sharpened. Ashes spark a humorous conversation.

The sound palate is black and white and birds and babies, red shoes and a gong.

There’s a song in there somewhere.


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