Death Of A Streetlight

"And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom. "
Text: Anais Nin
Photo: Nobuyoshi Araki

And Still Be on My Feet

"Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constant in the darkness
Wheres that at?
If you want me Ill be in the bar."

Lyrics: Joni Mitchell, I Could Drink a Case of You
Photo: Pavel Kiselev

Tell me What and I'll Apologize

"Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself."

Text: Henry Miller
Photo: Ashley Dean

A Purr Behind so Many Eyelids

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

Text: The Velveteen Rabbit, Margery Williams

Photo: Chris Heads

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

"Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luu- urve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes I have to invent, of course I - I do, don't you think I do?"

Text: Woody Allen, Annie Hall
Photo: Joseph Szabo

There is a Price to be Paid for Dreaming.

“It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well"

Text: Charles Bukowski
Photo: Peter Franck

If Not Then, Then Now?

"I asked the Satan within me: 'Did you get through it all right?' Satan jumped up and down and whispered: 'Did you see those church windows? All glass, all glass!'"

Text: Gunter Grass, The Tin Drum
Collage Work: Vanessa Lamounier

But Each is Caught

Standing strong and unforgiving you will stretch towards the end of a moment not counting on the end of it all.
You are to me a simple plan.
Unrealized.
Sifting sweet sugar through translucent toes and calling it forever.


Poem: Eugenia Borkowski
Photo: Elizabeth Rabb

Our Silence, Our Words

The heart has but one mouth

Everything by chance

All words without thought

Sentiments adrift

Men roam the city

Forgive Me I Was Not Listening

“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

Poem: Dr. Seuss
Photo: Olivia Malone

I Used to Live Alone

"I grow old . . .I grow old . . .

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me."

Text: T.S. Eliot
Photo: Kate Steciw and Camilla Meshiea

Forget Me When I Can't Remember You.

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"

Text: Alice in Wonderland
Photo: Dancer John

Bend, Break, Crash, Shake and Remember to Remember

"Its four in the morning, the end of December.
Im writing you now just to see if you're better.
New york is cold, but I like where I'm living.
There's music on Clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert.
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair.
She said that you gave it to her that night that you planned to go clear.
Did you ever go clear?"

Lyrics: Leonard Cohan
Photo: Tony Stamolis