I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;
And all my pretty follies flung aside
That won you to me, and shorn of pride,
Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.
I, that had been to you, had you remained,
But one more waking form a recurrent dream,
Cherish no less the certain stakes I gain,
and walk you memory’s halls, austere, supreme,
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
Who would have loved you in a day or two.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
- What’s my name? What’s my station?
- Same Boy You’ve Always Known
- Unfinished Digital Piece
- The Day We Are Awaiting
- But I don’t, I don’t know what that will be; I’ll get back to you someday soon you will see.
- Rules For Photography (developed after reading the essays “In Plato’s Cave” by Susan Sontag, and “On Irony” by David Foster Wallace)
- You say goodbye, I say hello.
- David Foster Wallace On Irony.
- Destroying Art Pt. 1 (Installations)
- Signs Speak, Pictures Show.