A quick thought on frames.
Old Man Jenkins67
If you put an empty frame against a blank wall, you suddenly notice the patterns of the wallpaper, the color, the cracks in the plaster.
The frame is like a window of perception.
It takes the wall outside time.
The frame draws attention to what is within it. It magnifies it.
You focus on it.
It begins to stand for, to symbolize, the whole wall, the heart of the wall, the essence of the wall. But what if there is no frame?
What if you are forced to go through life without a frame?
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frame this poem:
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.
-Phillip Larkin