these tu lips

Kemble Inn Chef's Tasting Dinner

As spring unfolds and I continue to see fresh tulips everywhere I go, I was reminded the other day of a poem — or rather, a portion of a more epic poem — by Saul Williams. I’ve had his book S/he on my shelf for 15 years, but haven’t looked at it for at least a decade. Today I pulled it out to share ‘i presented’ and found myself enjoying the book again on a different level than ever before. It’s at times sad, but poignant — and while I saw it as shared angst in my early twenties, now I see the work more as thoughtful analysis of human emotions and interaction. Time doesn’t change words, but it does sometimes alter how we see them.
Poem by Saul Williams
Photos:
Tulip in a Teacup, Kemble Inn, Lenox, Mass., April 2013 (c)jcs
Easter Morning, The Village Inn, Lenox, Mass., March 2013 (c)jcs

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