March 22nd, 2024

Prompt: “Garbled”

Parker C. Bracken, Leah Douglass

Leah Douglass

I have been doing a lot of non creative writing; almost academic writing that has a lot of weight to it. Whether it’s papers for a grad class or recommendation letters. The prompt made me think about the struggles I have been having with distilling passion into words. How frequently there is a feeling of knowing exactly what you want to say but not being able to make that happen. Once you do finish a piece, then you have think of judgement and wonder if your message has gotten across or whether it is... well... garbled.

- @missdouglass

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Permanent marker on printer paper on canvas, Audio
Portland, Maine
03/22/24

Parker C. Bracken

Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.

Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
“orpheus”, from william shakespeare’s 1623 play henry viii

this is a set of re-edited images from an underground expedition into active amtrak tunnels in the upperwest side weeks prior to covid-19 shutting down the entire world. i had these floating around on my hard drive for a few years but never had a real reason to post them, but w/ these specific three, i feel putting them in a set with a new color grade and bleach-bipassing in adobe lightroom really gave them a really specific demonic energy that helps evoke the feeling of journeying into a hellish underworld (which is where the title, the greek translation for underworld, comes from).

- @maineroddity

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Digital photography
Portland, Maine
03/22/24