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

Thursday, December 4, 2014

from out of forebearance breaks the hymn excelsior

"The ultimate nature of the experience of life is that toil and pleasure, sorrow and joy, are inseparably mixed in it. The very will to life that brought one to light...was a will to come even through pain into this world; else one never would have got here."

Joseph Campbell, Myths to Live By


  1. What a gift to be invited to hurl one's body into the air, albeit virtually, with no concern for a moment about what lies below...

    The empathic projection in the photos, intense always.

    A strange pleasure in the way the lower bird appears to "escape the capture", thanks to the brilliant framing, specialty of the house.

  2. tom, the invitation to hurl the body, but first, the invitation to be body! can you imagine? (i can yet imagine.)

    as to framing, it is not me, tom. perhaps it could be but the world does this. if there is ever a photograph otherwise we are playing against what happens on its own.

    there is a pigeon house in this small town. i love it very much. abandoned by people, of course. the town threatens the man who owns it that he must tear it down. i have watched him fight with the town for a decade, mending the roof over and over again and then finally, this year, tearing the roof off. how horrified i was. what would the pigeons do this winter? our winters are so harsh. (but of course they would be fine without our help. mostly we help them right into their graves.) but then i realized just recently that there is a second roof for them. they must have access down the stairs to the first floor. it was with pure delight that my son and i spoke about them hopefully nesting in the kitchen sink, in the cupboards, the bathtub, each claiming room himself.



"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))