tracy k smith letter to a photojournalist going in Flashcards
(9 cards)
how important photojournalism is to him
“you go to the pain city after city”
the violence he endures
“when they …kick at your gut”
he longs for some normality
“people close their mouths and run backwards out of frame”
image of the horrors he sees
“bodies blown open like curtains”
she wants to love him
“your voice fits my ear like a secret”
she finds difficulty loving him as he has become engulfed by war
“but who can hear two things at once”
the narrator becomes nihilistic
“….grind itself to dust”
the photojournalistic wants to continue with his job
“i think youre right wanting to lose everything and wander like a blind king”
personification of trust
“if trust is another human trick that’ll lick its lips and laugh as it backs away”