Rather like the pale and shimmering hand of Nimue, the British Mnemosyne, rising from the mysterious misty depths of her Arthurian pool as she reclaims Excalibur, this mournful green glove drifts through waterlogged debris to catch some bewildered dog's saliva ravaged tennis ball. Perhaps the owner of this aquatic gauntlet will drag the ball down towards the murky river bed where flittering mermaids play their submarine games of pitch and toss. But most likely it will merely disintegrate into the relentless tide.
Once again, my mornings walk along the River Charles furnishes the artist with his flotsam model.
Crikey! Are you sure there wasn't a body attached? Gruesome!
Posted by: Andraste | October 18, 2005 at 11:29
I am the Val Lewton of snapshot digital photography.
Posted by: stephenesque | October 18, 2005 at 12:28
Why do people take and post pictures of flowers? Damn flowers. Symbols of Life, Sex, the Next Pay Raise. Whenever I'm fed up with these goodie-goodies, I come to this haven of anti-loveliness. Each day you are providing another addition to that folder of self-incrimination. To answer Andraste, I think there was a body attached and you will shortly showing it, most probably in bloated pieces. Vegas has the odds at 5-2 that it's David Lynch's.
Posted by: DarkoV | October 18, 2005 at 13:33
Val Lewton? (alias Vladimir Leventon) That Val Lewton? "He was an almost painfully kind, sensitive, and non-confrontational man." ( from http://www.acm.vt.edu/~yousten/lewton/bio.html )
Show me the kindess (the almost painful kindness) in that glove? It looks more like that glove is beckoning me to jump.
Posted by: DarkoV | October 18, 2005 at 13:38
Being sensitive to the undulations of your prose, I can not help but notice that you have used the flotsam now twice in a row without the jetsum. I hope you will consider this imbalance, or are already dealing with it.
Posted by: Mortimer Shy | October 18, 2005 at 14:26
There ain't no jetsum in the river. Just lots and lots of flotsam
Posted by: stephenesque | October 18, 2005 at 15:41
Val Lewton may have been deeply sensitive and all that (though his daughter says he was a creep), but he trafficked in counter-have-a-nice-day images of death, darkness, insanity, and other cool stuff.
I've nearly finished watching the whole Val Lewton Horror Collection, which has already brightened several of my days.
Posted by: Bleak Mouse | October 18, 2005 at 17:53