These two were in a window display at a weird Budapest flea market. Weird and wonderful. Weird because I did not always understand what I was seeing or why I felt drawn to photograph such strange things. Wonderful because what I was seeing was stirring the unconscious depths, the dream world of cobwebs, reflections, the place of memories perhaps not even my own.
I liked their conspiratory expression. Hans seemed to be informing a submissively interested Greta of something important... the dream changes ...
They could be children of the holocaust, those who survived by hiding in the forest, perhaps with other resistance fighters, if they were lucky. (Living in Europe has dredged up those kind of thoughts.) "Komm, Greta...schnell! " ...leaving behind them the fallen one in his unheard prayers under the crazy trembling kristal.
Maybe they are at a gallery discussing the definition of art, or the requirements of a good photo. Is it allowed to be blurry, like the boundaries between real and imaginary?
Hansel and Gretel are alive and well
And they're living in Berlin
She is a cocktail waitress
He had a part in a Fassbinder film
And they sit around at night now drinking schnapps and gin
And she says: Hansel, you're really bringing me down
And he says: Gretel, you can really be a bitch
He says: I've wasted my life on our stupid legend when my one and only love was the wicked witch.
She said: What is history?
And he said: History is an angel being blown backwards into the future
He said: History is a pile of debris
And the angel wants to go back and fix things
To repair the things that have been broken
But there is a storm blowing from Paradise
And the storm keeps blowing the angel backwards into the future
And this storm, this storm is called Progress
~~Laurie Anderson, The Dream Before
I like how things work out, even without intention. Because I had the feeling perhaps blurry photos fail to attract a comment, maybe even offend some. And now I really like the title. And if no comment ever arrives, I love this photo and the journey it was.
Etymology: Latin delinquent-, delinquens, present participle of delinquere to fail, offend, from de- + linquere to leave 1 : offending by neglect or violation of duty or of law
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