|Boston at Dusk (M.A. Reilly, 2015)|
I recently decided to participate in the Digital Maker Playground. This weeks assignment is to Lift a Line from Literature. As I have been playing with images I made while I was in Boston a few weeks ago, I decided to see what I could do with the image above and the poem, Boston, by Aaron Smith. After a lot of fooling around, I left the original image and added the text.
I include the full poem below.
I’ve been meaning to tell you how the sky is pink here sometimes like the roof of a mouth that’s about to chomp down on the crooked steel teeth of the city, I remember the desperate things we did and that I stumble down sidewalks listening to the buzz of street lamps at dusk and the crush of leaves on the pavement, Without you here I’m viciously lonely and I can’t remember the last time I felt holy, the last time I offered myself as sanctuary