~ through a lens, darkly~

when i light the candle and get into the water
they pull me out

on thursday night i joined a ritual of lenses led by a french adept of oddity who gives his heart away for a beauty of the most unique kind. looking into the lenses from 1920's, celebrating the birth of a single photography and presence of an antique eye - i touched the art of captured pictures in its most poignant essence.
singular. sounding. meditative. focused.
a concerto for percussion of time and camera parts.

they pull me out
they shout: "you are mad!"
understand?

no, and i never will. you won't either.
we walk in red, right into the dawn.

~ invite the bullets in ~

dance
exorcism through possession

i've been listening to this piece countless times. the title got in a mysterious way connected to this entry on more than a few levels. without noticing, i started dancing, completely lost in the music and everything it brought. my body has become the fifth string of her cello.

once in a while i would catch a glimpse of the hospital across the street. a few hours after oslo shooting outbreak and bombing only meters away. a few floors over the emergency centre in the hotel building.

tonight, for some beautiful minutes
i was clearly happy

the breaking strings have reached, at last
first muscles, then heart
beat