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The Mimic and The Mimesis

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Nomadic agency was quilted on the farm

boundaries-patterns emerge,

to be sewn to the edge of what feels to be safe—————distanced from the phenomena yet to be encountered.

Demarcated threads of who we are, who we were

stitched in prior knowledge of space—

-a background of unchanging identities carries no light to the edge of the pier.

Horizontal lines of earth and fire

transversed by the vertical,

the depth of air and water.

Boundaries-patterns dissolve in the sinking abyss

rising over the reflections—the many faces we wear

flying out on the wing,

receptivity to the space-between the mirror and its projections.

Let us begin with the unexpected.

-Joshua Fleming

Image by: Yamasaki Ko-Ji

http://www.yamasakiko-ji.com

 

 

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The Mimic and The Mimesis

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Nomadic agency quilted on the farm
boundaries-patterns emerge,
to be sewn to the edge of what feels to be safe—————distanced from the phenomena yet to be encountered.

Demarcated threads of who we are, who we were–stitched
in prior knowledge of space—a background
of unchanging identities carries no light to the edge of the pier.

Horizontal lines of earth and fire
transversed by the vertical,
the depth of air and water.

Boundaries-patterns dissolve
in the sinking abyss,
rising over the reflections
the many faces we wear
flying out on the wing,
receptivity to the space-between

-the mirror and its projections.

Let us begin with the unexpected.

-Joshua Fleming

Image by: Yamasaki Ko-Ji

http://www.yamasakiko-ji.com

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When great Nature sighs, we hear the winds

Which, noiseless in themselves,

Awaken voices from other beings,

Blowing on them.

From every opening

Loud voices sound. Have you not heard

This rush of tones?

Thomas Merton translation of Chuang Tzu

Image by: Franz Walter

https://www.behance.net/gallery/18569649/Songs-of-Rock-and-Wind

Contingencies Collide

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Eclipsed in Awe… Bathed in light and shadow, the eyes seem so familiar. In phosphorescent fields, matter dances to form an image. Awe.. An inescapable beauty throws back its projection, its reflection. What the observer fails to notice, to witness, is the rely, the passageway, in which life sees itself and retains its relations by masking its quieted intentions.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Norbert Sokolowski

https://www.behance.net/gallery/41802759/I-breathe-for-you

Stillpoint

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Photography a form of haiku, light retained to reflect upon its meaning, or allow it to have its own. To conjure up an emotion though its expression, past introduced to present, just as it is, just as it was, just as it will be.

Soft light blurs behind.

Her eyes beckon to be seen,

beauty in stillness.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Rafael Atempa

https://www.behance.net/byatempa