billy kidd’s decaying flower photographs illustrates the powerfully dramatic transformation of one kind of beauty into another… reminding me of lorca’s ‘song of the motionless gardener’ which speaks so tenderly of the daily treasures that tragically pass us unaware…
what you would have least suspected
lives & trembles in the air
those treasures of the day
you keep just out of reach.
these come and go in truckloads
but no one stops to see them.
banged up they come, but virgin,
and gone back to seed they leave.
things speak to you but no one
bothers to stop and listen.
the world’s waterspout of
objects, various & steady.
those treasures of the day
you keep just out of reach.
what you wouldn’t have suspected
lives & trembles in the air.
the garden joined together
by its putrefying perfumes.
every leaf inside it dreaming
a different kind of dream.