Gokcen Ergene

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Dec 12, 2007

Come Be Metaphor

Horses. The horse that never sleeps. Easy metaphor. No time to think, no unnecessary complications. There is a horse that never sleeps. This horse is clearly blind. One knows there is a fence. There will be a jump. The situation is somewhat elevated. Come with your measuring tape, your animals, tie a tie around that neck.

Thousands of years ago, this horse was born. You’ve already thought of Troy. Good. Me and you will ride this horse together. That’s out there. There’s no doubt. We’ve already setup a dream. Someone will dream it. Someone always dreams it, in order to validate it, write it down in history, no matter how starless a night, in the middle of Times Square, Hyde Park, etc. You know what this means.

To be dreamt in return. Like salt dreams of seawater.

So, come be metaphor.

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Sometimes I take photographs that do not necessarily have a forced fictional context but all fiction = reality = fiction. If one were to look at a portrait of themselves, one could see tigers, broken bottles, sharp knives, a river, some bad poetry, some good poetry, X years of regret, a couple of honestly beautiful junctures, a father's shadow, horses, a gun, the Mediterranean sea, Pacific sea, etc. In that formal sense, the fiction in a photograph is its only content. There is no such thing in life as non-fiction or documents. Nothing is a document, there's no truth, there's no capturing the moment as the "moment" is only a product of a false understanding of life-happening also referred to as "time" by degenerates.