strangers on a train
/bark bark barkonly mothers, people on their deathbeds, and new lovers get driven to the airport. old love gets dropped off at the * kiss ride * to begin the marta train wreck, er trek, to the airport.
i plugged in the ipod and pulled out the cam. insulated in sound and hiding behind a lens. the all seeing eye of rottie travels over landscapes of the human kind and projects meaning onto the scene. so familiar a habit, like watching tv with the sound turned off and the guitar turned on. and up. the backstabbers washes over with a groovy philly sound that fit perfectly the rhythm of trees whippping by in blurs. later come the train yards, warehouses, and chain link. the o jays blend into courtney love shrieking with authority "you should learn how to say no!"
in a brief transcendent moment i feel connected to all who rode and could not discern the end of me and the beginning of them. the one bathed in flourescent light. the young man in shabby shoes and lint in his hair bent over and frowning in concentration over a physics textbook. the figure so clear though fully clothed. the boy who couldnt keep his eyes off the teen lovers. each persons struggles and beauties hit me all at once, and in a rush of brotherly love, i turned to the window. a rare tiny sting reached my eyes. dear God!
when i returned my focus to the interior i meditated on the seat where no one would sit. somebody received some bad news today. my heart ached for everyone. our absolute fate bound us in a spiral extending into infinite journey.
as weary as the world would have us, the gift of the experience is stronger. faceted and brilliant as a diamond.
my moment of brotherly love faded as the concerns of the day passing and the one yet to begin pressed in. my whole damn future cloudy and when it wasnt, it was illusion. i smiled a secret smile. the tide of pragmatic and selfish thoughts pulled me back out to sea.
the train slowed and entered the terminus of the south rail as the riders pressed towards the doors. i dialed up anthony hamilton and prepared for the dreary slog to D1, the last gate on the last concourse. natch./grrrrrr
up next: my blogger adventure. i meet anuty in the real!
in the meantime, check out my dogcentric photo essay at K9P on the blogroll.
posted by sparringK9 at 6:48 PM
29 Comments:
It's late (after 1 am)- I should be in bed...and I wonder- "Why am I up? Why don't I surrender to the down and cotton (egyptian- 400 count) nest in the cool darkness of my un-rocked cradle?"
Because you write things like this~
"i meditated on the seat where no one would sit. my heart ached for everyone. our absolute fate bound us in a spiral extending into infinite journey"
"Sigh"...glad I read it first :)
A quiet kiss on the nose for you- and I am off to bed- able to sleep at last~
/bark bark bark
sweet mayden thank you. i said you burned LIKE the sun, i never said nuthin bout getting burned BY the sun....a quiet kiss, i can use.
/t: isnt that amazing? its almost like she's nekkid!
thanx. (hahaha 55 pix. you know the game)
/grrrr
er, deleted by accident:
lux said:
wow!...itz' either diz drink is getting to me..or your every word was soaked in platelets of life...
Dawg! Mah goodness! Does these folks know youse voyering 'em? Gads....but a fine meditative piece. Lux--"platlets of life" --wow, thas' a great phrase.
(K9 Pup, doan be sneakin' any stealt pics of yore Aunty Belle on this here --or any t'other blog-- ya heah now???)
Wow, poetry sans rhyme.
Very nice, though, maybe nice isn't exactly the right word, eh?
Real.
Yeah, that's better.
But, think of it as more of a compliment than some hippie wanna be....
It's, like, REAL, man.
I mean, dawg.
nicely written ... love the pics ... when we're riding in a cabin like this - train, bus, plane, whatever, it sometimes sorta feels like for a brief time we're on another planet with all those people ... like having something real and tangible with all these people that you don't know. trippy in a way.
kewl that you're gonna meet aunty ... enjoy! tell us all about it ... :D
Wow, talk about a ride. I feel like I just took the fastest subway train in the nation. Now to check out those photos.
the second pic - the girl behing the guy in the striped shirt - there's something about her face - her expression, her stance - she's in my head now.
but i am wondering about the voyerism, and the taking of pics - known and unknown - the same dilemma i had in thailand - the desire to capture the world, yet at the same time, an awareness that maybe i was invading the world too.
an odd feeling.
i'm waiting for the photoshopped pic of you k9 with Aunty Belle - the dog with a bag of pork rinds in his mouth? hmmmm....
These are pictures you actually took of different people?
/bark bark bark
lux: you were with me as i mused on the scene...a recent post of yours stuck with me...
aunty: they do and don't know. some have been mad in the past...i dump the photo right there in front of them.
boney: many thanks. it was real all right. be glad there isnt a scratch and sniff function for the blog.
velvey: grrrrrrrl? are you a little blue? me too.
yeah. i call that a God moment where you are only the same with all that is, but it is very difficult sensation to hold onto. aunty was a delight!
enemy: ive had some amazing rides on that train. one was when a fresh idealistic evangelist came on board a train full of teen aged show offs. an amazing encounter. good to see ya!
boyed: for some of them i was sorta hiding the camera. i do some stealth photos. i have a twinge of guilt...and then go ahead and push forward. art trumps all! grrrrrrherherhaha.
that second pic IS interesting - in how light is distributed and the juxt of action and still. that girl bathed in light is like the death path in a movie..."go into the liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight"
lamby: i did. i have some lamb photos from a four H i went to in south georgia i will have to post for you. good to see ya in the yard!
/grrr
puppy, this is my favorite post so far.
the headache's gone....
and i got asked out on a date!
speak to you soon?
PS:
Was Pam Anderson sittin' next to ya?
leave her pamphlet behind?
i was with you...you say..
that's sweet...
I've added you to my blog list.
The man in the fourth picture is me! I had to look at it several times but I am quite certain. This also explains the uneasiness I have felt in the last several days -- almost as if my soul had been stolen.
You should be receiving communication from my attorney shortly.
Dawg, you was watched --uh huh--see last shot, whar that girl on left in white shirt is eyein' ya? She knew youse snappin' secret shots.
Wow. I don't know if you've ever read John's blog but this post reminds me so much of it.
Some of us have a daily relationship with mass transit. There have been times where we act as the perfectly indifferent strangers that we are. Othertimes, we forge an identity. Unfortunately, we tend to do the latter only in bad times--like the time we all got stuck on the F-Train and had to slog through the tunnels in complete darkness to find our way to the street, or the time the little old lady got mugged at knifepoint, the culprit's escaping before any of us had an inkling about what had happened.
Rottiepups,
What a lovely photo essay, sweet pooch. Its a good think Rotties don't ride the subways alone here in NYC because I would steal them all. As dirty and crowded as NYC subways can be, I love riding. Belly rub to you, pup.
xoxo
Amy
its velvet. am i a little blue? you should know the answer to that question, given your recent adieu.
regards anyway. and adieu to you all. i will be moving on.
Velvey!! Wait...wait, honey...cain't
ya' hang a biit longer jes' to make a proper bye-bye to us all??
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I've had it with these Motherf**king strangers on this Moterf**king TRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
grrrrhehehehahaha
These pics were obviously not taken on a NY train--because I din't see any homeless guys shitting themselevs, or jerking off, or both at the same time.
hey dog,
saw yer comment over at my roost.
i don't follow football, though i am considering it (don't know what bug has bit me to get into sports so - it is amusing).
my dad was a chargers fan (grew up in san diego). my brother is a raider fan. most everyone i know is a niners fan. i'd be hard pressed to choose between the raiders and niners. hmmmm... perhaps i should follow an out-of-state team...whudya think?
but it's still baseball season as far as i'm concered. going to all three Giants vs. Dodger games.
just hoping the Giants mess enough with the Dodgers to prevent them from winning the division. if i understand correctly, to win the division, dodgers have to sweep this series with the giants and the Padres only have to lose once this weekend. or, dodgers lose once and padres win twice - dodgers don't win the division.
We'll see...
Off to the ballpark again!
Flap/flap/swoosh!
Yeah, why won't anyone sit on a seat that just has paper on it? People invent so many invisible barriers.
/bark bark bark
enemy, that paper is a pamplet on hepatitus C.
somebody got some bad news that day.
/grr
I keep on coming back to this....just to read..and look at your pics here...
they're really good..
lovely, lovely words, my friend. and i am not surprised even if i do find you a little ruff around the edges.
as for joy? ahhh... therein lies a completely different story.
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