Maboeuf, un flaneur
Harmonious Hearts-Braided Souls
Homosexual friends in their kitchen on Mulberry Street Waterloo, Iowa 1973. My gentle Ronnie was about to stand up, present the photographer with a small columnar cactus and issue instructions to him to sit on it. Most person who knew us had no idea how angry Ronnie was at the brutality we had suffered at the hands of heteros, he never showed it, unless we were alone or at least together.
He was dead in less than ten years after this shot was made. The man I was then, died with him.
Starting to call you
Come watch these butterflies
Oh! I’m all alone
- Taigi
Will we meet again
Here at your flowering grave…
Two white butterflies?
-Basho
A short summer night
But in this solemn darkness
One peony bloomed
- Buson
This world of ours
To what shall I compare it?
To the white wake of a boat
That rows away in the early dawn.
Harmonious Hearts-Braided Souls
Homosexual friends in their kitchen on Mulberry Street Waterloo, Iowa 1973. My gentle Ronnie was about to stand up, present the photographer with a small columnar cactus and issue instructions to him to sit on it. Most person who knew us had no idea how angry Ronnie was at the brutality we had suffered at the hands of heteros, he never showed it, unless we were alone or at least together.
He was dead in less than ten years after this shot was made. The man I was then, died with him.
Starting to call you
Come watch these butterflies
Oh! I’m all alone
- Taigi
Will we meet again
Here at your flowering grave…
Two white butterflies?
-Basho
A short summer night
But in this solemn darkness
One peony bloomed
- Buson
This world of ours
To what shall I compare it?
To the white wake of a boat
That rows away in the early dawn.