Transitions and the Art of Alex Stoddard
Gone Away
When my body leaves me
I'm lonesome for it.
I've got
eyes, ears,
nose and mouth
and that's all.
Eyes
keep on seeing the
feather blue of the
cold sky,
mouth takes in
hot soup,
nose
smells the frost,
ears hear everything, all
the noises and absences,
but body
goes away and I don't know where
and it's lonesome to drift
above the space it
fills when it's here.
-Denise Levertov
All photographs by Alex Stoddard. More found here.
What I'm listening to as I work today: