passing through the lens haze

i’ve seen people come and go –

i’ve seen trees in the snow.

i’ve seen seen tulip petals fallen

& heard distant voices call in –

radio shows.

 

“******”

saw the moments stollen

rich with memories broken .

babka baked sunbeams

battered raisons d’êtres

running unfetter’d –

bbq perogies brown,

golden clouds coming down.

polaroid yesterdays

passing through the lens haze –

when will that cat come in ?

 

In 1981, French cultural theorist and philosopher Jean Baudrillard proposed a novel idea: that the reality we perceive may not be as things truly are, but instead a simulated representation based on symbolism we perceive in our environment.

In Baudrillard’s thesis Simulacra and Simulation, the philosopher raises questions over signs and symbols around us in relation to their simultaneous existence. According to Baudrillard, the persistence of symbols in our modern world–and our collective interpretation of them, rather than of nature as it truly exists–has resulted in a sort of “simulated reality.” To put things more simply, Baudrillard meant that the reality of existence is hidden from human perception by the interactions we have with our environment through interpretation of symbols. Source: Signs, Symbols, and Simulated Reality: The Precession of Simulacra

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The Ugly Umbrella of Indifference

Once there was a ruler of a huge country, who carried with him a large black umbrella. Now this was not any umbrella, for it was made of indifference, and it blocked the rays of empathy and understanding. So everywhere the ruler went, he cast a shadow of indifference that scarred the land with black empty cracks that separated the people from one another.

 

Terrible things happened, some brought on by the Fury of Nature, and others created by the poison of ignorance and hate. The People shouted at each other in shadows, and the blood of children wept, crying for comfort that sickened as it trickled in the gutters of false accusations.

Slowly, all those that stood closest to the ruler, family, friends and advisers were stained by the ugly ooze dripping from this ugliest of umbrellas. They could not clean themselves, and unable to speak truthfully about their appearance, they fled the loud whispers pointing fingers at them.

A huge wind, made from the breaths of dying children, rose up and gathered strength. So strong was this wind, that it began to tatter and fray the edges of the Ugly Umbrella. Even so the ruler hung on tightly, trying to protect himself from criticism and opinions he did not wish to hear. There were those in the land who shouted support to him, for they too feared being faced with uncomfortable truths.

And so the shouting and the wind both grew louder, and the very fibre of the land twisted and knotted onto itself. They say a sharp blade will one day arrive to cut the darkness, and let the light heal the land; others say all that will remain as it is, a bloody mess.

Still others say this is a tale too terrible to tell, while those that mock claim this a poor fable that belongs in a comic-book. Perhaps, both these opinions are true.

 

Portrait: Dad & The Kids

Photograph: Robbie Augspurger/Balenciaga

 

We were a small example.

Sea teeth in people are found –

there in their smiles.

Male sleep divided

the descent of heritage.

That is not this boy.

The father knows, of course, as the son tries to mask discomfort with a pre-teen attempt at masculine confidence in the face of a questionable culture’s facade. The girls maintain a pose of feminine defiance constructed out of the resignation that girlish wiles and intellectual curiosity must tread a democracy that is not equal – curiously, none of them mentioned what they had buried there, in with the potted plants.

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