Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Movement Song

 
 
 
"I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck   
moving away from me
beyond anger or failure
your face in the evening schools of longing
through mornings of wish and ripen
we were always saying goodbye
in the blood in the bone over coffee
before dashing for elevators going
in opposite directions
without goodbyes.






Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof   
as the maker of legends
nor as a trap
door to that world
where black and white clericals
hang on the edge of beauty in five oclock elevators   
twitching their shoulders to avoid other flesh   
and now
there is someone to speak for them   
moving away from me into tomorrows   
morning of wish and ripen
your goodbye is a promise of lightning   
in the last angels hand
unwelcome and warning
the sands have run out against us   
we were rewarded by journeys
away from each other
into desire
into mornings alone
where excuse and endurance mingle   
conceiving decision.
Do not remember me
as disaster
nor as the keeper of secrets
I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars
watching
you move slowly out of my bed   
saying we cannot waste time
only ourselves."
 
by Audre Lorde
 
All photography by Angela Bacon Kidwell

3 comments:

Migue said...

Diane,
I love those pictures 2nd and 3rd, in which a hidden detail, upside down, make them really interesting, suddenly...

:)) Thank you

diane said...

I'm glad you like them!
Thanks for stopping by Migue :)

Rosa said...

Oh, I definitely love this post! The poem is so intense! As lovers, we find and we loose our beloved everyday, even if we have to stay away for a while...
I love the photos too, which give a sense of something not unattainable or just ephemeral like an impossible love.

Thanks for this trip, Diane. :)