There are times when there is better than here When the oceanic depth seem inviting There are times when my head is too heavy When simple translucence would be a blessing There are times when getting up is too fucking hard When drifting to the bottom is the apotheosis of a dream hard won
I came rather late to poetry and even later to photography. I have graduate degrees in philosophy. I realized sometime ago that nearly all of my work makes some sort of implicit argument, and it often makes rather esoteric references to philosophy. Sorry: not trying to be turgid. It’s what I know, and it what Pan whispers into my ear.
You may find my newer, more formal photography at: http://rbgphoto-rusty.blogspot.com/ Thanks, Rusty