"The Simplicity of Disorder"

I went to the cemetery today and took pictures of her grave. We had a couple of heavy thunderstorms since the funeral, and all the flowers and wreaths and ribbons and stuff were dirty and torn and sad looking. It matched the mood. I seem to need to take photographs to realize things. I have to have pictures of everything, or maybe I just have to take them, there are tons of pictures I have only looked at once or twice. I have taken a self portrait on the morning my mom died, and I have taken pictures of her unconcious self in the hospital bed. Do photographs capture reality? No, probably not. A lot of the times it is more about what you leave out, what you do not focus on. It is creating a personal reality, like picking out what you want to remember. It's actively doing something rather than having it happen to you.

Finally I found something to read! William Carlos Williams, I have a compilation of his major works. I don't really get it, but I don't think that's all that necessary. I just jump pages and read single fragments and they are so great! Seems like he was an old grumbler, but there is so much prudence in his writing. He comes up with marvelous sentences. A friend and I gave each other list of remarkable sentences for a while. We sort of collected them. I miss that, I should revive it...