Archive for the ‘Photo stories inspired by music’ Category
Shake the dust off of your wings
Stranded in some skin and bones
take this soul and make it sing
- Au Canada
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Did I waste it?
not so much i couldn’t taste it. life should be fragrant; rooftop to the basement.
-bono
An old book, in my old room, by the light of a kerosene lantern.
‘Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea?’
The ocean feeds without prejudice on the corrupt and the blameless and spits out bones and shells and sea glass.
‘Take these hands, teach them what to carry’
i saw muslims worrying their prayer beads, lips moving soundlessly. I saw talibés with their tomato cans, mostly empty. i saw a porter carrying flats of eggs balanced impossibly atop his head. i saw women carrying babies; cats, chicken bones and i saw seagulls with silver flashing fish. and i saw a man with nothing, his arms were outstretched and empty but he carried the weight of the whole world.
‘You’re the reason why the opera is in me’
Sun is coming up on the ocean
you fall into bed nearly broken, the sorrows and victories of the day bittersweet on your tongue. but joy comes in the morning.
Things are going to slide
all is well in your comfortable life and you cannot sleep most nights. so you move closer to the equator where the sun and the struggle knocks you flat on your back like a fallen goliath and your alarm clock is the bustle of the street waking up and an occasional early dawn riot.
Dream beneath a desert sky
Lost Boys
There are 10,000 talibes on the streets of Dakar, taken from their rural villages at a young age by a marabout, a Muslim religious leader with credibility elsewhere but in Senegal is using the ancient practice to exploit.
Talibes go barefoot onto the streets of Dakar to beg for their food and for money. If they do not bring a sufficient sum to the marabout at the end of the day they are beaten. They also are isolated in that they often can only speak their tribal language, of which there are 36 spoken in Senegal alone. Read more about them here.
More that pulses in the ocean than the tide
the moon endlessly orbits the beach pulling sand out to sea until one morning you wake up and the Atlantic is at your doorstep, asking for a cup of sugar and to sit for a while, chat about the weather.








