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

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

elements of a short story: the moon, the earth, the teapot and me


something reaches from the other side and begs to be framed
needs, at all costs, to find a body

9 comments:

  1. the serendipity of this photograph and title surprises and delights me. i was posting this photograph with this same title days ago, only going on what presented itself to me in a frame last fall, a photograph i accidentally came upon while reviewing other old photos and heard after this long while and the idea that our stories are constructed by so few elements and yet are mysteriously whole. and then again by absolute accident, after following a string of investigations beginning with Wittgenstein's philosophy, i came across Bertrand Russell's (Russell being Wittgenstein's professor during his studies, if not mentor) analogy of the Celestial or Cosmic Teapot.

    from wiki: "Russell's teapot, sometimes called the celestial teapot or cosmic teapot, is an analogy first coined by the philosopher Bertrand Russell (1872–1970) to illustrate that the philosophic burden of proof lies upon a person making scientifically unfalsifiable claims rather than shifting the burden of proof to others, specifically in the case of religion. Russell wrote that if he claims that a teapot orbits the Sun somewhere in space between the Earth and Mars, it is nonsensical for him to expect others to believe him on the grounds that they cannot prove him wrong. Russell's teapot is still referred to in discussions concerning the existence of God."

    i posit in this photograph that presented itself to me by accident that there is a god pressing to be alive through this world. in fact, there is even a teapot:)

    xo
    erin

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  2. Great reference to Bertrand Russell's 'cosmic teapot'.

    Yes serendipitous but may be a silent whisper from a voice beyond and unknown, sometimes referred to as 'god'.

    Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving some tea to sip on. Fernando Pessoa: The Book of Disquiet. You might enjoy his writing even if not necessarily inspired or appreciative of his sad or lamentous message.

    Gracias, mi amiga

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  3. ,,,Tea, would be nice too...reckon?

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  4. ,,but then the pot that produces it is most important, also..reckon?

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  5. !!!

    I am happy for you, Erin. And for God.

    The nakedness of God, and his need to clothe himself in existence - to exist as we exist - only to be stripped bare, like a seed in soil shattered and stripped of its husk, is sacred and boundless. The weakness of God meets us everywhere.

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  6. Clever cosmos to reveal itself to you this way. I thought I recognized God in that metallic glint. :)

    I just love the image, the back story, the serendipity, and the line of thought.

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  7. the gift of creating short stories of ambiguous senses and meanings, you are a poetess, my dear erin.

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  8. the teapot!!!!

    somehow this makes me so happy :-)

    i see this photo as the surface of a pond, in which everything is reflected, at once: the self, the moon, the world, the encounter between each and each self and object.



    No wind, no rippling:
    the surface, reflecting all, fills my eyes.
    What need is there for so many words?
    Observing one another is enough.

    Chin’gak Kuksa Hyesim

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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))