Frank Remus

 

Betwixt in Living Colour  6:21 pm

At Starbucks this morning, the room was active with music and talking. There were 18 people in the room at the start, and there were 4 conversations. And they were quite lively, and the soul-funk loud, so that the air was filled up with sound, despite the fact there were more people studying and reading, and most of them quietly alone. When I arrived at the counter there was a woman that wore a pink scarf. There was a woman at work by the window.  She wore a brown sweater with pink patterned diamonds in shades on the front.

Soulmates Centered Very First Thing 6:05 am

Soulmates Centered Indigo 6:15 am

Soulmates Centered Anna Blue  6:25 am

Soulmates Centered Aquamarine  6:34 am

Soulmates Centered Green  6:37 am

Soulmates Centered Green Most High  6:41 am

Soulmates in the Rain  6:52 am

There was another woman in pink but she went by too fast for me to remember and note in my love diary for Anna. The soul horns blasted, the drums pumped, and the whistle of wind that forced through the cracks in the window was loud and continuous. The gusting wind blew very hard while I walked up the street. It was a blustery autumnal day. The rain turned to hard round flakes of white snow occasionally, and leaves blew through mid air wild and free. Trees rattled, barely keeping composure with their newfound nakedness. And all that remained of the skeleton was the solitary skull dangling.

Her Green Garden of Love  7:21 am

Her Green Garden of Love  7:36 am

Her Green Garden amid Rain  8:00 am

Road to Relating  9:43 am

In the wind, the body had disposed of his poor head for a journey to inaccessible regions. The ghosts were mere threads, displaced, and doomed to their ruin. Windows were speckled by rain. I was so sorry I missed yesterday. A man wore a black sports shirt with the number 88 on the front in white. There was much black and white clothing. A couple arrived with their baby in stroller. The woman wore a black jacket with a white woolen scarf, and a pale grey turtleneck sweater. Her ponytail was done up by a vivid pink band.

Her Habitat River of Love  9:57 am

Her Habitat River of Love  12:24 pm

Old Port Promenade  1:07 pm

Old Port Promenade 2:25 pm

Somebody said it was hailing, and was afraid it would destroy his or her car. But it looked simply like more snow to me. The sky was flat overcast grey, featureless like smoked porcelain. People outside walked with effort, their hair and scarves blowing, not captured. I woke up early this morning, to soulmates centered by Anna, and she had captured my heart. The light became greener and greener, as green as her green garden heart. Anna showed me her green garden of love with the wind and the rain that made trees more naked than ever. But the green lawn remained verdant.

Relating Betwixt  3:35 pm

Relating Betwixt 4:03 pm

Relating Betwixt 4 09 pm

Relating Betwixt  4:25 pm

Relating Betwixt  4:43 pm

Relating Betwixt 4:52 pm

Relating Betwixt 5:02 pm

The streets were rain swept and empty. Rain trickled down the lens, adding detail to the weatherworn scene. And then, Anna showed me the street with Place Viger where the buildings relating were distantly dreaming. And then, Anna showed me Habitat, down by her river of love. The trees and the tents were exposed to the outdoors, and raindrops dripped down the screen. And I was in love with her. Anna showed me the Old Port promenade, and then the two betwixt and in love, and then at a clear distance.  And I love her. 

Betwixt i Love Night 5:07 pm

Betwixt in Love Night 5:16 pm

The Whole Thing at Night 5:40 pm

Betwixt in Living Colour 6:21 pm

And she showed me downtown with night colours. And then back to betwixt again. My heart belonged to Anna, no matter what destruction, my passion for her keeps on going, my love for her ever intact. Amid the explosion of red and the deep darkening black, no war or tornado could ever extract my devotion for her in my heart. This love will never depart; it’s protected from pulling apart. I love Anna Dirksen, and all the ways she says yes. There is no mirror truer, clear and round, as her face. I’m so in love with her sweet fluidity.  And in her face there is such beauty. 

Destroying

Relating