Drunk Photos & Poetry

I am finding life to be frighteningly thematic again. Finally saw Arakimentari, tonight. As expected I really enjoyed it. Between the photo shoots for adverts and class (have I mentioned on here that Jeni & I are taking an Intro to B&W Photography course?) I've spent quite a bit of time on both ends of the lens lately. Last night we got together, ostensibly to do our homework, but a friend was having a b-day gathering, so we went, knowing we would most likely get drunk. Both of us perhaps amused at the idea of doing homework drunk. We left her apartment about 8 pm and by the time we returned with a mohawked boy of Asian descent to model for us, it was past 5 am. I can't wait to see the shots, we had so much stupid fun shooting them! The assignment was to capture air. For both of us that immediately translated to a fuck of a lot of smoking shots. I tried some stuff with blowing out candles and her using a blowdryer. She took some very sexy cheesecake style shots of Me smoking.

It was 7:30 pm before I could actually get out of bed today, and even then I might not have if that flick wasn't closing today. After the film and before I met a recent friend for dinner, I just started walking downtown, listening to My ipod and appreciating the wet streets. I've noticed a change in My vision since we began the photography course. As if I am extra aware of details and somehow more absorbant of them. It is similar to how I felt when I was writing poetry regularly. It was a shift in My perception of the world. Whenever I had writer's block, it disappeared, but when I was ready to write, I felt as though My senses were heightened, the world was in sharper focus. I doubt I will ever write poetry again. I have no real desire to. However, I do think I will write again, just not sure what. I just went googling for the TS Eliot quote about poets using words to show their unique vision of the world around us. I've butchered it in the paraphrase, and I didn't dig it up, but I did find My all time favorite ee cummings poem. I haven't seen it in close to a decade and I first came across it before I could possibly have understood it. Rereading it now, I still find it sexy and original.

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new