castellian nights

they shine above
and you do not know why
brilliant distant
tears that touch the sky

cold winter wind
catches morning light
a flare a tear and then its too late

we said goodbye across empty space
across empty time
paper dust folded my heart
like a stolen rag
forgotten.

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February 18, 2013
Categories: Love . Tags: , . Author: Gary

2 Comments

  1. Comment by Norma Martiri on February 18, 2013 2:53 pm

    This is lovely, great images “brilliant distant
    tears that touch the sky” and “paper dust folded my heart like a stolen rag forgotten”. Nicely done :)

    Reply
    • Comment by Gary on February 19, 2013 2:35 pm

      Thanks for the comments. Feel free to share:)

      Reply

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    My work explores the relationship between new class identities and emotional memories.
    With influences as diverse as Blake and Roy Lichtenstein, new combinations are created from both simple and complex meanings.
    Ever since I was a student I have been fascinated by the theoretical limits of the mind. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a tragedy of greed, leaving only a sense of decadence and the prospect of a new beginning.
    As temporal phenomena become frozen through boundaried and diverse practice, the viewer is left with an impression of the possibilities of our world.

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