Robert A Black
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poet, photographer, filmmaker, teacher: flaneur, singer of life....
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The Blue heart at the center of my yellow life
Mors certa, vita incerta I am a photographer and a writer and I should not be here. In November of 2020, I lay in a 'mini-coma', unconscious, dreamless, somewhere rivering toward the leaving of this life....and then, 3 days after losing consciousness, I awoke....
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Confessions
The Only Scarf in the World, Most Beautiful
The Only Scarf in the World, Most Beautiful i Close your eyes: At first the child cannot distinguish in the early morning light whether the soft color at rest upon the sand is the discarded skin of fruit, worn cloth fingered expertly by some grandmother’s hand for the skull or a drift of shell surprisingly gold. Though he knows not yet the words, this child understands that the morning light, like confusion or stupor, is neatly democratic. The drunken green waves, the jade clouds, the juniper hills, the sage seawood, the parakeet heart climbing up his throat. Without question, he admits to himself that the golden object is all he needs this day, running before mother and father have awakened and particularly each moment, dazzling in the winds. In fact, it is a simple scarf, perfumed with a familiar scent, the color of spring pineapple freed from the night before. He entangles himself with as if made for his neck, but he intuits that it was meant for a woman and he bends, like willow or crabgrass in offshore breeze, bowing his body as he stares at the cloth, the sea, the sky and horizon calling and in that moment, this six-year old waits and listens. The world expands, in that moment, with the sea.
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Families
