The Would-Be Assassin and the Camera

L.M. Sacasas

It’s not uncommon to hear someone say that they were haunted by an image, often an old photograph. It is a figurative and evocative expression. To say that an image is haunting is to say that the image has lodged itself in the mind like a ghost might stubbornly take up residence in a house, or that it has somehow gotten a hold of the imagination and in the imagination lives on as a spectral after-image. When we speak of images of the deceased, of course, the language of haunting approaches its literal meaning. In these photographs, the dead enjoy an afterlife in the imagination.

Lewis Powell

I’ve lately been haunted myself by one such photograph. It is a well-known image of Lewis Powell, the man hung for his failed attempt to assassinate Secretary of State William Seward. On the same night that John Wilkes Booth murdered the president, Powell was to…

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You, I and the MOON.

Last night while thinking a deep thought
I looked up at the sky with a sigh!
Well…to tell the truth, I was thinking of you
Who has affected me as no one dared to do
I tried to think hard, have I really lost it to you
My heart, my integrity, my pride..to name a few!
I never used to talk, let aside think
Whether is love for real and does it really prevail?
There I saw myself looking at the moon
I absently tried to see in it….you!
 
The moon was beautiful as always, I knew
But my heart said it’s not! , when compared to you! 
The moon …I thought was so yellow so bright
Making the sky, rather the world so gay!
But my heart said something different again
Hey. ..its you who makes me feel that way! 
You have given this light of love
Wherever I look it brightens the view!
 
But the moon is so high, I tried to argue
It surely does stand out, like none other do
My heart smiled and negated my views
You have reached higher all,respect, due!
You work with devotion, are focused too
You have attained a position like passionates do!
I tried hard but nothing was gained
So I stubbornly with jealousy blurred these out too
The moon is so proud, os so far away from reach
I knew this for sire would make my heart loose!
 
With hollow tone and teary eyes
My heart smiled ironically. …
Alas! But you see..my beloved is far
Further more out of my reach!
You get to see moon, every other day
My beloved would just not show up for many a days!!!
 
Wrote by a dear Friend “F”.

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