Photography
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The Other Side of the Door
the door crackslight steams throughi catch a glimpse ofinfinitydivinityglorious, hopeful possibilitya world healeda life alivehearts joinedelectrifying, cleansing, liberating connectionsourcecosmic other and sameall-filling, breath-nabbing, wonder-slamming total how to hold this?the wind tries to blow the door shutno!my goal is the far… Continue reading
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Mind Grinding
"Get out of my way!"I say to my mind."Stop bleating and blaring and blocking mewith endless analysis,with relentless reasoning." It does that.It can grind perfectly lovely creativity right into the pavement. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading
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To My Inner Artist
Dear Inner Artist, I so believe in you. I so believe that you have something important to say and much more to discover. The photography you do is good–sometimes amazingly, remarkably good. It comes from a place of authenticity, deep… Continue reading
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NYC Winter Night
I'm in New York Cityon a numbingly cold winter night,20th floor of the Marriot Courtyard,just off 5th Avenue.I sleep with the drapes open,receding buildings splattered with random lights,constellations in the city sky. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries.… Continue reading
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Body Image
I feel fat today–unattractive, dumpy.Like those gray, formless cloud-lumps hanging over the foothills.Like that bulbous row of resource-sucking cottonwoods along the river.Like that annoying crow that caws, caws, caws to keep everyone away from its road-kill dinner. Text and image ©… Continue reading
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Sanctuary
"Sanctuary!" I cry.A small door in an infinite wall opens.As the dark trees crowd behind me,I crawl through.The door creaks shut.Now I am an immigrant in the kingdom of the ineffable,small, grateful, safe. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk… Continue reading
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Ten More Titles in Search of Their Poems
The Lost Pram Unprotected Candor The Sponge of Silence Nocturnal Omissions I Don't Recall Asking Emotional Wetlands Pigskin The Ox and the Moron Fluffy Critiques Her Owner's Poetry Pock Marks and Nose Hairs Has anyone seen them? Text and image… Continue reading
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The Classroom and the Teacher
"In those days, God taught me as a school teacher teaches a pupil" (St. Ignatius). Really? How does that happen, exactly? The best I can figure is this: My immediate surroundings, the world, all of nature, every individual with whom… Continue reading
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I Danced
As a childI danced with angelsaround the golden-waxed table in our dining room,and in green-washed summer-air beneath white-barked beeches,and on a shell-shaped cotton bath mat behind our closed bathroom door,and yes,on the head of a pin. Do you believe this? Text and image… Continue reading
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Belove
God doesn't want us to believe.God invites us to belove.* *In the gospels, belief doesn't mean intellectual assent to tenets and propositions, but alignment, orientation, alliance, relationship to/with the Beloved. "Do you believe in me?" means "Are you with me?… Continue reading