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It seems each one of us
outgrew my mother’s face
except for me.
Drinking full fledge coke
inside a house
which no longer keeps my grandparents
makes the forever transition to diet
more secure.
OK Aspartame, take me.
I honestly hope for my eyes to sink deeper
into the back of my skull.
Then forward onto an empty space
where no thought or feeling provoke a stillness.
Who will resume holding onto my dad’s yearbooks
once I’m dead?
Will they end up nondescript at an antique store
further south?
Where a teenage girl might flip through its pages
with her own group of friends.
An unenthused audience to a stranger’s vague
academic standing and social experiences.
An avoidance from her own childhood abandonment
this trip to a past that isn’t yours, at a place that isn’t home.
Irritates her insides still
to create its own little pearl.
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ⒶndyⒶnarchy
I read somewhere that the WHO is classifying aspartame as a carcinogen. I chew sugar free gum religiously. Perhaps my fate will be similar to that of the wealthy golf player of the 1930's who's jaw fell off because he was a frequent drinker of the "invigorating" water that was infused with radium. Vices....
This one resonates with me, mainly because I love perusing antique stores for old ephemera. Especially 100+ year old postcards and letters. I love reading the things the people of yesterday had to say. Like us, they had fears, hopes, dreams and loves. Things that were so important to them at the time, but eventually faded into the unwritten and forgotten annals of unknown history. I'm the same with old photographs. What were their names? What were their plans? Are they forgotten? These informal historical records, if you will, somehow make me feel more at ease with my own mortality. I can relate to these people. I could write pages upon pages on this subject. A blog comment just can't convey the nuance. But you got me the most with this one.
My comment was dumb. I respond stupidly sometimes. But I agree. I really love stuff like that and antiquing is like my only escape from my house as of late. I’ve literally bought photographs of strangers and posted them up on the walls because yeah it’s just a little glimpse of someone’s separate existence.
by Kathleen; ; Report
Oh no, I wasn't referencing your comments, just my own. That's amazing. I love it. It's totally something I would do. My favorite thing is going to the Library of Congress' website. They have collections of dry plate negatives from a company called The Detroit Publishing Co. They're all from the early 1900s. They traveled around the country photographing various scenery, many including people. They've been scanned at super high resolution and made available as high resolution .tiff files. You can download them and zoom up and literally see people's expressions. It's breathtaking. Right now I've been exploring photos of different beaches all up and down the east coast from about 1900-1915. Seeing the joy of the people playing in the water and on the beach from that time is humbling in some way. I highly recommend. I've often thought about blogging closeups of random people from these years gone by. Leaving us to wonder their stories.
by ⒶndyⒶnarchy; ; Report
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this is fantastic
That means a lot
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by Kathleen; ; Report
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I loved this d(￣▽￣)b
Thank you
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