"things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences…"
rainer maria rilke [ via maribean ]
“not talking about things is different from being private. it’s personal. this is what i am working through right now - being okay with not talking. even when a good friend asks what’s going on? … because sometimes things are just feeling & not feelings with words. sometimes working through things requires quiet & through quiet something new is created. patience & perspective.”
Dear Maura, after 5 months of working through the fallout from a couple of different life-sized curveballs, this pretty much nails part of what I’ve been thinking/feeling. Thank you.
"I thought this was going to be boring, ‘coz it said literature on the schedule, but your lesson was well good, sir" #poetry #teaching
of the human chest that if you strike it hard enough
the person’s heart explodes. This sounds like such a lie
that I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were science,
I’d never tell any one where this place is. If I were science,
I’d have named this place after you.”
The cynic in me thinks that this is far too sentimental an ending. The romantic in me really doesn’t care. Either way, it comes as the beautifully unexpected punchline to an unassuming but quite touching piece. Of course, this excerpt is a bit of a spoiler, but you should still follow the link and read the poem in its entirety, for full effect.
Still want to know why I avoid Microsoft Word as much as possible? The spinning beachball says it all.
Love Polaroid? Love Hugh Crawford. Does anyone know what happened to the last 13 years? http://ow.ly/22lAL
I taught him once in a workshop, but I remembered his name, and his smile in response showed me how important that was #poetry #teaching
"…the points of stars hide their massive / violence in the dark upper half of the painting. / You can live with this." http://ow.ly/229cg
Couldn’t find a place to file this. Couldn’t figure out whether I wanted to respond to it, or simply archive it. And this probably isn’t the best place - I may never come back to this post. But the original article resonated on a few different levels, at a time when I’m looking at pushing my various different web outlets in different directions, wondering what I can do with them that might be new or fresh. So many iPhone photography blogs, so many online image scrapbooks and “inspirational” image feeds, so many blog-but-not-really Tumblr sites. Time to generate signal, rather than add to the noise. Not just for the sake of being different, but for the sake of doing something that has some kind of value.
I’m currently rereading Stephen Dunn’s Riffs and Reciprocities, which was one of the earliest collections of poetry I ever bought for myself (after the study texts I bought at the end of my last year of school - some Keats, some Shakespeare…) In thinking about what it is that I really liked about that Dunn’s collection of prose pairs when I first found it, and beyond that, the kind of poetry I read and write, I understand that I’m particularly interested in poetry of beauty and insight - poetry that consists of striking imagery (and often linguistic musicality) that offers some tangible, human truth. That’s a drive or aesthetic that runs through much of the art I’m keen to engage with - particularly with regard to photography. Why not push more rigorously to extend the drive to my other output? My own photography, my other writing and blogging…
An insider’s account of what’s happening to our real lives and relationships in the era of the realtime, social web… http://ow.ly/20TQU
"I think of #poetry more as working in a salt mine than standing atop mount Parnassus." Richard Jones vs inspiration – http://ow.ly/20TL0
“A Castle in the Heart of the City” - near London Bridge
So why is it that so often we opt for the whizz-bang, all-singing, all-dancing, coffee-making doodads and gizmos? We buy into the things we think we’ll use. The extra functions in that camera. The extra functionality in that invoicing application. All that room to grow. My mother used to buy my shoes 2 or 3 sizes too big when I was a kid. Sound practise, knowing how quickly kids grow out of their clothes, except my feet stopped growing and I was left in my early teens with a collection of shoes I had to stuff with newspaper to be able to wear. These days, half of the software I use has much more functionality than I’ll ever use, and every time I start those applications up, I have a little user guilt, like somewhere in amongst all those menu commands I never look at exists a function that will totally change my life or revolutionise the way I work, if I could just figure out how to use it.
We invest in a thing’s potential, rather than what is. Sometimes, of course, that’s a good thing - there are always things to learn, and improving your work flow is never a bad thing, as long as you’re getting things done. Sometimes, however, you just have to bow to reality, and master the best (read: most appropriate and best suited) tools for you at that particular time.
“The Tower and the Steeple” - a view of Southwark Cathedral, near London Bridge.