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

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

the world takes root

a reflection, manitoulin island, september 2010
Too many stars this summer, Sir,
too many friends struck down,
too many riddles.
I feel I'm growing more ignorant
all the time
and soon I"ll end up a half-wit in the brambles.
So explain yourself, elusive Master!
By way of reply, from the roadside:
groundsel, hogweed, chicory.
(from Into the Deep Street, philippe jaccottet)


  1. hello Tiny Leaf,,,you see quite well, Thanks for the images...

  2. I think they must be the only answer, yes!

  3. this is beyond wonderful!!! oh...
    one of your most powerful photographs, yet in the gentlest of ways... elusive, as the Master (whom i imagine smiling :-)

    how do you know of philippe jaccottet? i have come to appreciate him through michael tweed (from the beautiful foolishness of things), he is a great admirer of jaccottet.

    1. what i feel from what i've read of jaccottet is very much what i take away from yves bonnefoy in The Curved Planks. they seem to have the ability to say and unsay in the same gesture. i fell in love with him or james or jennie feldman (the translator) when i read lettre du vingt-six juin at james' some years ago:)))



"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))