Eleanor Rigby
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this man is homeless and is a regular in my hood, he wanders the streets daily and sits at this very spot everyday, hoarding plastic bags filled with trash, and i do mean trash. for the ordinary person they do not hold anything of value or substance but i imagine in his mind they are treasures of great worth. as i came around the corner he sat looking through his treasures and i was able to grab one shot…his look and then words to me were “NO”. i understood that my camera and i represented invasive attention though i am always struck by people placed on the streets by choice, mental illness, loss…always a loss, and how others like myself just walk by, drive by or look away. my state of AZ now resides second amongst the fifty states in foreclosures, we are forty-sixth (a rise from next to last!) in spending on education, we are now 9th in “the drunkest city”…and tonight our President speaks to us about….HOPE. this is the essence hidden in his eyes that you cannot see and because i could not capture the rich visual from the lyrics i will most likely be posting another photo with this title to do it justice…
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?