Warmer days are coming. . .
“Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one’s work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.” – Albert Camus
[Photos: Parangtritis Beach, Indonesia. Summer 2012//Grace Farson]
So the free may remain free
say the nightmare is
the dreamso we are preserved
he who believes takes a life
so a life may be saved
the girl becomes an object
so the greatest devastation occurs
let go her fingers their slim cleave
so I may be replaced
by a machine which in its violence behaves
more like methe longer you live the more these lies
come aliveso the past splits in two:
one stays in the past and dies
one past shapeshifts walks with you. – Camille Rankine
[Photos: A place + a memory. Outside of Tembi, Indonesia//Grace Farson]
Abby and Kelsey took dance classes growing up. I never did. Deep down I was always jealous.
To this day, I love to watch dancers. I love to dance. I’m not good at it, but when it comes to dancing I don’t really know how much of that really matters. . . At least not to me. . .
“I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.” – Janet Fitch
This afternoon in my Pop Culture in Southeast Asia class, we watched a short film about a Topeng dancer. It all reminded me of this one afternoon Nicole and got to watch a group of young girls practice for an upcoming performance in Tembi. And, yeah, life was that beautiful there [every single day].
[Photos: Dancers in Tembi, Indonesia //Grace Farson]
GRACE FARSON 