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Jamaica Picture By Michael Zack Note how the use of the color blue renders all his love suspect. See how her eyes are pleading for greater mercy from that angel on the right that we cannot see. Please observe how her opulent hair rests like their conflict just resolved and that her hands are sad with the task of forgiving. Neither can remember where tulips lie buried. I don't see the moon in this daytime sky which is how I know these two will not rest. And as for that river to the left, it surely is a journey I would want to know. The irony of how we will pat strange dogs whose tails are wagging yet don't hug friends whose smiles beseech can be seen in the treatment of color and hue. But perhaps most intriguing is the tilt of this print's hang, and that it has always hung askew even when I right it, like it is searching out it's own lilt, as if these are different stars to another gravity. |
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