The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
A little cafe on the corner of paradise and decay
I have been here on the Island
for about five days now, fortunate
to be the guest of a highly intellectual
man who is born here and lives
here part time. He has also resided
in some
on the most urban city's in the US and lives in Providence
where he Is a professor, I say
all this because he has fallen to paranoia
perhaps some of it can be justified-but most of it
I question.
So here sitting at the cafe with wireless and soy!
Named TwinCity(not sure why) I feel at home
and yes like in all my travels the cafe is the most familiar
and comforting setting for me.
I have to say that poverty is clearly visible as well
as decay, I have been informed on people being held up
and shot, I have also been a witness to open bottle driving.
There is poverty here in a big way-there is race issues among
race much paranoia..the supermarkets are extremely over priced
and I am not talking about the one for tourist...
Abandoned decaying building once glorious are situated all over the
Island a constant reminder of slavery.
My host tried everything to persuade me not to stop into this cafe
"a very bad area" but I jumped out the car anyways only to walk
into a a true version of a cafe. The patrons are tourist-well no
they are travelers and locals- Oh did I tell you the police station shares
a wall and a stone throw away is prostitution drugs and robberies....
but you would not be afraid this is the place where activist would call
a "green zone". this is the place i come to be myself
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Finding the beauty among the decay…. Nothing is really, really ugly. In the physical or abstract way, one can train his eyes to find beauty in a clump of dust. If we really try. I am so proud of you because you can do that. Off all what you got from me (good or bad..) this is the thing I pride myself on the most.. Your ability to see, really see beauty in the most unnoticed things. When you do that you own the riches of the world.
Love you
Mom
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