Tuesday, March 31, 2015

photography, notes

my daughter is interested in photography. she thinks, rather naively, but with a 14 year old's vigor, that she will become a photographer, much like as a child i believed i would become a writer, neither of us doing anything to achieve our claims. i show her a few shots of what kind of photographs have the most significance for me, the ones that do not render exactly what we see, but rather what we sense, or how we sense the world, the ones that push aside the ordinary world to reveal the fevered dream beyond it.

she quickly dismisses these. memes, she says.

memes, i ask.

look it up, she says.

we do. and i explain that memes are not the style of the photographs themselves, but a method by which they are shared, or encouraged.

same thing, she says.

for she and her generation, form has swallowed content. everything has been imagined - and by them!

alix cleo roubaud and francesca woodman are imitators.

now, i'm no alix cleo, nor francesca. i'm nobody.  just another blogger.

so are you.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Thursday, March 26, 2015

the halo effect

when we put our mouths to words it is like the body putting its bones to sunlight

later the bones will be in an old rusty pot and used for stirring, or being stirred
and after that the bones will be indistinguishable from the earth

so for now we put our mouths to words and speak our presence, a kind of inverse eating

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

an extravagant gesture

“At the time of Lewis and Clark, setting the prairies on fire was a well-known signal that meant, ‘Come down to the water.’ It was an extravagant gesture, but we can’t do less. If the landscape reveals one certainty, it is that the extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation. After the extravagant gesture of creation in the first place, the universe has continued to deal exclusively in extravagances, flinging intricacies and colossi down aeons of emptiness, heaping profusions on profligacies with ever fresh vigor. The whole show has been on fire from the word go.

I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look, I see fire: that which isn’t flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.”

Annie Dillard,  Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Saturday, March 14, 2015