For Agnès (and JR)
If you didn’t put this very face on a big wall*
I go collect&examine,
wondering what’s left behind,
or stands afront.
She’s dead by now,
so I’d never met her, heard her, or holded her
little artistic hand, full of pre-couloured soap bubbles.
She, too, will never see me and my photoverses.
But at least I can read about her on Wiki, it seems we both love sea,
precisely la mer des plages,
this immense source of inspiration, and a tender, body-embracing shelter.
He’s much alive, at least as based on the Instagram (&artistic) evidence,
but this makes no real proof of existence: “On the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog".
(Can you live without internet? Without a dog? With a human?)
‘Cause this very face offers or comprises my future nose and wrinkles,
her tranquillity, acceptance, and naive wisdom,
as well as his stoic asymmetry and his never-seen, Levantine eyes.
We could all three be greater friends. Beyond walls. In art. In life. In death hairs.
To je fotoverz, beri skupaj s pogledom na fotografijo:
Foto: Ananda Boutoute
Jeeej, francoščina dobro izpade! Tudi meni je Agnès Varda ljuba.
Bravo in hvala! <3>
Merci, Ananda. <3>
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Napisal/a: Mirjam Dular
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