Thanks for this wonderful poem, Emily. Oh! Those precious, promised, anxiously awaited, most-certainly-deserved "15-minutes-of-fame" which ultimately model each and every of our actions.... So this is where the vicious fallacy started: it was the Tree, not the Snake! And a crab-apple tree at that...! With black leaves to aggravate the matter.... Yerk! I suppose only the New Yorker could have stated such basic evidence with such wonderful elegance. Thanks again, Guy P.S. I've been pretty quiet lately on the list. For those who might be interested to know what I'm up to, check http://pages.infinit.net/memfloue/wilder.htm It's in french, but the picture is universal. Yes, you've got it! Another giant pinhole project... >From the top floor of an empty building about to be demolished. Actually, it's a continuation of my earlier pinhole project from last year. Three giant paper-negatives (12x8 feet) done, one more to go. Plus a bunch of incidental 35mm to 11x14 large format negatives. Hard work but gratifying. Helps me accumulate kudos towards my "15-seconds-of-fame" (I"ve given up on the "15 minutes": it's just a lure...) ----- Original Message ----- From: "Emily L. Ferguson" <elf@cape.com> To: "List for Photo/Imaging Educators - Professionals - Students" <photoforum@listserver.isc.rit.edu> Sent: Monday, June 09, 2003 11:37 AM Subject: food for thought from the New Yorker > Some of you might get a kick out of this poem: > > > THE EXPULSION (in New Yorker typeface) > > Adam was happy - now he had someone to blame > for everything - shipwrecks, Troy, > the gray face in the mirror. > > Eve was happy: now he would always need her. > She walked on boldly, swaying her beautiful hips. > > The serpent admired his emerald coat, > the Angel burst into flames > (he'd never approved of them, and he was right). > > Even God was secretly pleased: Let > History Begin! > > The dog had no regrets, trotting by Adam's side > self-importantly, glad to be rid > > of the lion, the toad, the basilisk, the white-footed mouse, > who were also happy and forgot their names immediately. > > Only the Tree of Knowledge stood forlorn, > its small hard bitter crab apples > > glinting high up, in a twilight of black leaves: > how pleasant it had been, how unexpected > > to have been, however briefly, > the center of attention. > > Katha Pollitt > -- > Emily L. Ferguson > elf@cape.com 508-563-6822 > New England landscapes, wooden boats and races, press photography > Beetle cats on the web at: > http://www.vsu.cape.com/~elf > http://www.beetlecat.org/store.html#yrbook >
