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What can I say,
I hate to write, and Portsmouth
is by far
the worst place I’ve ever lived.
The girls have large breasts, but
only due to the fact that they
eat too much.
The boys follow the local football team
and like to burn down dinosaurs.
Obvious I don’t fit in and hence the desire
to photograph myself and my environment
to death.
When I moved here first
I asked boys and girls and their cats
if I can take their photograph
but always the same response
‘Who the fuck are you, you creep.’
These days I rarely leave my bedroom.
Rather than interacting with the world
for weeks I’ve watched 33 miners
stuck 600 meters below the surface
Captivated by any glimpse I could get
of their obvious miserable lives
David Muench once said
“bad weather equals good photographs.”
Let me add to this
Desperate times and bad weather
make better photographs
For sure it’s time to move on
I just can’t decide
Rochester, Minnesota
or Winnipeg, Manitoba.
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