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Diane Arbus (Photographer)
By midnights voice
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The air breathes foul in fog
as ,
they flock with fleeting
extensions
of wanna be arms
The UFO'ed
realizations
had borders bleached
by sun
in tide's time
You find eyes
staring
into iota's intensity
you . . .
thought tepid in turmoil
Transient in appearance
bleeding in permanence
to the knife's edge
emotionless
in the apartment's aperature
Drift away in sadness
of ,
Diane Arbus
whose facts flee from fiction
"My favorite thing is to go where I've never been" Diane Arbus
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Copyright 2017 midnights voice
Published on Friday, December 29, 2017.
Filed under:
"Graphic Art"
Author's Note:
Diane Arbus died of barbiturate overdose and slashed wrists at the age of 48 in 1971 fully dressed in a bathtub of water , knowing her death would be fully recorded in film and would be as bazaar as the pictures she took in real life .Comments on "Diane Arbus (Photographer)"
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On Friday, December 29, 2017, Cassette
(1144)
wrote:
This was unsettling I’d never heard of her; thanks for the reference. Someone to look into :)
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On Friday, December 29, 2017, midnights voice
(971) wrote:
She took haunting photographs of everyday people which left a lasting impression . Thank you Cassette for reading .
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On Friday, December 29, 2017, Arwen
(187) wrote:
At this point I can't say I honestly blame her but taking her own life will not decrease the pain. Poor women. Excellent poem!
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On Friday, December 29, 2017, midnights voice
(971) wrote:
Thank you Wednesday for reading .
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