not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, August 13, 2012

the one


i take one photograph
i only ever take one photograph
it doesn't matter where i point my camera
i take only one photograph of this journey
i take only one photograph of myself, of what lies behind me, beyond me
i only ever take one photograph


this is much the same as 
i only ever say one word
there is only one word
(there are, however, many letters)

we all speak the same language if we stop long enough to listen

11 comments:

  1. One photograph, one word, one person's perspective, one life, one body.
    Yet, it's enough, no?

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    1. no, rosaria, it is never enough. never. i wonder if this is the human condition or only the condition that we allow.

      simone weil:

      "All that I wish for exists, or has existed, or will exist somewhere. For I am incapable of complete invention. In that case how should I not be satisfied?" gravity and grace p. 143

      we are missing something essential. i am not sure what it is. i wonder what the world will look like if i find it, or if i will disappear, or if the world will disappear, or if something else i can't begin to right now imagine will happen.

      xo
      erin

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  2. I have moments like these, where something is missing, something that I can't pinpoint. Yet, I have moments when everything is perfect. Nothing more needed.

    My scientist husband explains this phenomenon this way:

    Our evolution provides for an over-reaching biology, a concept called fitness, a desire to want more, to store more, to keep looking at all that could be to give us more.

    Now, I understand the need for food and shelter. But, that's not it, exactly. The need is more spiritual than biological.

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  3. I heard somewhere,,,
    Silence is the language that god speaks, everything else is a bad translation,,,

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    1. michael, i wonder what we all look like from very far away. up close there is great beauty and much ugliness, certainly plenty of discord. from far away i wonder if the balance is evident.

      silence is awfully good.))

      i see your leather sites, michael, and you have very beautiful products, but i wonder if there is a more personal illustration of you on-line, but perhaps that is stupid of me. perhaps your language is leather.

      xo
      erin

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    2. Perhaps my language is creation, if I become empty or if I am emptiness then what flows through me can create an image, a bag, a meal, a row of pine cones on a curb,,,
      I see here the wonderful words, ideas and images that flow through you,,,

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  4. Erin,
    And one photograph is enough..a word is enough....only if we cared to listen..Beautiful photographs again...You seem to speak a common language of the lenses as well..No lense would be incapable of capturing such images...Its just that you do...and most others do not ...in trying to do too much i guess..

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    1. manik, i don't know. i just don't know. i'm taking the picture and trying to see, not what is in front of me, but what is on the other side of what is in front of me. i can't quite seem to get there but i feel it, you know?))))

      xo
      erin

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  5. i take too many photographs
    say too many words
    gobbling it all up before it's swept away.

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    1. monica, me too:)

      (((sometimes though it comes to me that all of our yacking and all of our trying and all of our art and our love and our living is the work to say the same thing, the one thing, and perhaps it's not even our mouth which needs to do the speaking.

      xo
      erin

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  6. A one photo is enough to evoke a subtle world we imagine, but also complex.
    A one photo is enough to evoke the journey and make us share it.
    I prefer a one picture, a word, a smile that awakens my senses to the excess of images, words that seem speeches and yet not give me anything.
    A warm embrace (around 40 º C, 104 º F)

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))