Lost Innocence & Photographs from A Day at Venice Beach

The words here are an excerpt from a collage poem I made several years ago. Here is the full poem, only missing a few lines below. It is always nice to look back / reexamine / reapply. No state of art (of mine) is permanent, and I often change directions. In this case, I paired a few lines with a photograph I took at the beach this past March, and have added a few  more photos here to bring alive the day a little more.

The mood is of lost innocence with the abandoned tricycle chained up, its seat laying helplessly beside it on the ground. The lost toys reinforce the gloomy tone. Elmo and an Ugly Doll, left behind by some heartbroken child or an even more dejected adult.

The players on basketball courts, palms trees in the foggy distance and the wayward with the “Fuck Trump” backpack are reminders of where we were. The Pacific Coast in Southern California.

A wild end of the road, where all walks of life cross paths with sun-bleached hair and stoned eyes, the strangest of feelings: a cold isolation and warm hopeful cheeks mixed with a certain vague comradery, freedom with a hint of gentrifying oppression, wondering what will happen next.

♥ Nisi



Lost Innocence | Venice, California | 35mm Canon AE1 Program | Nisi Poesy | Poets on Pinterest | Photography in Venice Beach | Poetry
Lost Innocence | Poem & Photo by Nisi with 35mm film

A Day at Venice Beach | Nisi Poesy | Venice, California | 35 mm film | analog lovers | photography from Venice Beach

Bad Day | Venice Beach | Nisi Poesy | Writers Blog | Travel Blog | Poetry Blo | Spring 2017 | 35 mm film | Analog Lovers | Venice Beach


in all seriousness

Gravity lets go sometimes,
dizzy spells trigger vertigo.

Someone has cut her whiskers,
this cat we had hoped to tame,
a beast she can only be.

Before we give up, let us try
to save the day by cutting our own,
bring about belief in our system.

In solidarity, we dizzy ourselves
so that everyone has a chance
to thrive even while injured.

This is what we do, human or not,
animal or not, a butterfly
caught in a wind storm.

How beautiful the tragedy
when it cannot escape itself,
the most devastating flower.

Mourn all reduction of doctrine,
until we can no longer feel it,
especially for what is to come.

A time when we need steadiness,
we know nothing but lost balance.