February 27, 2010. What poetry this is. I have been on a bit of a wrestler binge, and sharing it with a friend. Today, I spent hours cleaning out old papers, trying to determine why I had kept them, and then here was this picture in a paper from 2008. What a lucky shot this photographer captured. I am mesmerized by the continuous sweep of power up the leg, through the torso and then out the arm - expelled through the fingertips. In the midst of this youthful struggle, such symmetry and tension exists between the positions of the two wrestlers. The moment was fleeting, but is eternal. I don't know who the photographer is, but it accompanied an article in the local paper about two teams near where I grew up.
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Saturday, February 27, 2010
WRESTLER
February 27, 2010. What poetry this is. I have been on a bit of a wrestler binge, and sharing it with a friend. Today, I spent hours cleaning out old papers, trying to determine why I had kept them, and then here was this picture in a paper from 2008. What a lucky shot this photographer captured. I am mesmerized by the continuous sweep of power up the leg, through the torso and then out the arm - expelled through the fingertips. In the midst of this youthful struggle, such symmetry and tension exists between the positions of the two wrestlers. The moment was fleeting, but is eternal. I don't know who the photographer is, but it accompanied an article in the local paper about two teams near where I grew up.
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