Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel
Sleeping Path
Here -
Where...youth stubble walk across butchered sleeping path..
Where...hills consume history and memory is wiped out by nature..
Where...half gloved hands rap on steel plate and small window..
Where...slow of foot shadow wooden shovel..
Where...boasting is frowned upon..
is the place language comes to die.
Steel Mesh
Here -
Where...shaded front windows blank out screamed memory..
Where...watered gravel road hides handshake meeting..
Where...cheap endeavour is forced..
Where...emotion is mid-air and blank eyed..
Where...coat collar romance is early evening and drunk..
is the place language comes to die.
Fallen Brick
Here -
Where...stubs of paper shape tomorrows nightmare..
Where...fussy overcoats and woolen carpet shape grassed up valley roadway..
Where...modern memory is glazed with empty cans of blood..
Where...fallen brick slices postered railing..
Where...bottom shelf goods are swallowed by small pockets..
is the place language comes to die.
Machine Winnings
Here -
Where...failure becomes habit..
Where...values are challenged and always disputed..
Where...machine winnings replace job prospects..
Where...happiness is solitary, forgotten and distant..
Where...teenage angst lasts long into retirement..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
