|Photo from and poem for Sunday Muse #99.|
Who says that black and white are flat without
defining features? They are velvet and
satin, knife-edged and stark, mysterious
and transparent. They mirror each other
completely in tales of sorrow and love.
Black and white film reveals complex shades in
An Imitation of Life.* No one is
satisfied. Mothers let down daughters and
daughters abandon mothers in tirades
of inside-out words, unforgettable.
But let's leave 19-30s and 19-
50s images behind in the 20-
20s. Even now, an apple with one
slice removed sits innocently as if
quiet, but today we know it's screaming.
We also know that it is not alone,
that its friends and allies are genuine
and not imitations. They are velvet
and satin, knife-edged and stark–and they are
not silent, but expressive in power.
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