Met-Life Tower at One Madison: New York City
Imagine a day melding into mankind’s entire history: A lone child; lithe, black (not white), and Congolese- - bent: Atop the Congo-Savanna two hands splayed as shadows atop dancing naked skeletal fishbone patterns: The mirage that could be an entire earth awaited: Glittering millimeters of crystals and more brilliant minerals wispily lingered below: The known unimaginable surface seen as enjoining expanding circumferences- - watched: The lone Congolese dipped his hands: The moment in a recurring blind faith; witnessed and grew exponentially like the base of giant Sequoia growth rings: Treasures speak in confessional volumes- - as evidentiary values shared with eyes not mine: Our history becomes.
A labyrinth of tissues fondling a millennia of landscapes lay witness to a visual overlay of transcending discoveries amassing data not known before this very certain day. Occasions to dream: History remains: The glittering gems were born before yesterday: The Savanna child stands near:
Taj Mahal: Agra, India
The world displayed in CinemaScope pretends to visually imagine two simians or relatively so: I mingle: I tug with the muscle. One Silverback gorilla and one lone one photographer: Hands held; The gorilla hovers near my ear: A new life amidst my dreams are whispered: We, two parts of an umbilical transcendence espy Africa: Our paths are star-crossed: Natures’ moment poses front and center in freeze frame: Global cities abound appear surfing/riding above cresting waves:
The planets’ unfathomable circumference splayed before us in the guise of a forbidden Congo: Traces of our excavated past living in- - buried “just so” as colored mineral impurities: Histories yet to be seen: Reflexive action warrant a pause: The Congolese child’s treasures cupped: The momentary remembrance of our future’s past.
Architectures’ buildings are about living in an expanding universe: Architecture’s buildings are my fiction’s fiction: The imaginary sojourn that hold stories seen in a single lens; Through the Congo Basin’s Western lowlands: The image of my imaginary dreams to remind:
Architect: View van der Rohe and Philip Johnson: New York
I venture into global cities to discover glittering treasures: Not iconic icons of architecture’s past and present: In my frame there is a treasure at hand: The treasure does not have to be Turkey’s Göbekli Tepe: The treasure does not have to be Egypt’s Pyramids: The treasure does not have to be modern or in bed with antiquities: The camera need not be frozen in my time nor travel to middle earth at any time:
I am the Silverback standing erect (pause) imagining one last thrust on earth to make a capture: Hand in hand I stand with my alter ego: Nature that is earth, awaits; Earth, splayed in tender folds as far as the eye may imagine: Real fictions, are typed in Kipling’s Kim, Tolkiens everything; A heart belonging to Stefan Zweig: I am merely the aged gorilla living in the midst: Standing alone in the footprints of every man’s made moment that may become my capture: Emphatically dreaming.
Architect: Frank Lloyd Wright: The Guggenheim Museum: New York City