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)

5 comments:

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

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

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  3. no words, just a smile

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  4. 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.

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    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:)))

      xo
      erin

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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))