Your first lesson in photography
Last night night there was a 3 a.m. banging on duckrabbit’s window. Joseph Rodriguez’s crazy face pushed up against the glass scaring the shit out of me.
“Benjamin”, he said, “get your lazy arse out of bed. You’re coming out for your first lesson in photography.”
Joseph drove me around the dead streets of Edgebaston for about an hour, until we found a road with one roadlamp out.
“Get out” Joesph said, “Make yourself invisible. I’ll be back later.”
A hell of a lot later as it turned out. He made me wait until the dark was losing itself to light.
“What you learn?” he said, driving me home.
“Not to come out your house when a madman knocks at your window late at night.”
Later that day I find an envelope in the postbox with the words ‘Your first lesson in photography’.
Inside:
(C) Joseph Rodriguez, taken in Rumania
Kenneth Patchen, “The Murder of Two Men by a Young Kid Wearing Lemon-colored Gloves” from Collected Poems.
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