The poets Fanny Howe and Anne Waldman. “What myth is structuring my imagination?” ~ Anne Waldman For instance: ‘The land of the living and the land of the dead.’ Myth. There are no such lands. What has land, territory, space, got to do with death? What has territory got to do with life either, other than life generally wants it, along with other things. But the prisoner, the slave, is stripped of all territory yet continues to live. Oh, ‘land’ meaning ‘domain’? Same problem. No ‘realms’ of living and dead; no layers of in-between heaven and hell. That’s a story. There’s life, like a skin. When it suffers a pinprick there is a little point of death quickly retaken, healed over by life. Maybe there’s a scar if the gash was big enough, but usually not. In all of Nature, there is never nothing. Only life, like a skin, stretched across a tambou of matter, if you like; beaten, and sounding like itself. But the death event is so insignificant you can’t hear it at all; not even the slightest of disturbances. #poetry #lifeanddeath #annewaldman #fannyhowe #fannyhowepoetry #leica #leicacamera #leicaphoto #leicaphotography #leica_camera #leica_world #leica_photos #leicagram #leicalens #leicas #bnw_universe #insta_bw #bwmasters #excellent_bnw #igblacknwhite #bnw_planet #bnw_magazine #bnw_globe #bnw_of_our_world #top_bnw #bw_photooftheday #bw_crew (at Harvard University) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm0X2qSONgd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=