Oh Dorothea Lange was a poet with her camera.... a poet who could speak without words, allowing the viewer to transform the images into the words they needed. She has always been a favorite. Another you might like, Garry Winogrand. Not the beauty of what Dorothea could show us, but stories to tell.... images to savor.
Sam Rasnake, a sardonic twist of fate, is a pathetic excuse for a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could play guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate, two children - one collection, Necessary Motions; three chapbooks, Religions of the Blood, Lessons in Morphology, and Inside a Broken Clock. He even thinks he edits a magazine - Blue Fifth Review.
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Oh Dorothea Lange was a poet with her camera.... a poet who could speak without words, allowing the viewer to transform the images into the words they needed. She has always been a favorite. Another you might like, Garry Winogrand. Not the beauty of what Dorothea could show us, but stories to tell.... images to savor.
Thanks Cheryl. Lange's work is wonderful. I agree.
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