Thursday 16 July 2009

because tomorrow...






I ask nothing else but to speak simply, to be granted
this grace.
Because our song has become overloaded with so
many kinds of music that slowly it is sinking
and our art has been overlaid so heavily that the
gold has eaten away its face
and it is time we spoke the few words we have
because tomorrow our souls set sail.



Giorgos Seferis
An Old Man on the Riverbank

18 comments:

  1. Well returned !!!!! Good work as always ....

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  2. it is good to have you back.

    i love the quote, it speaks to me deeply. simply. it seems to come out of the river shadows.

    m

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  3. How do you do it ? Casting spells, entrancing, reading this, gazing at the simple yet subtle powerful image, I feel the ropes giving way one by one, ready to sail with the dawn tide...

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  4. It doesn't matter to me what you place here, I experience a sense of such impending joy when I've noted your posting.

    The image and text blend as easily, as comfortably, and as perfectly as water to the shore.

    You take my breath away...

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  5. human frailties, bare for all to feel

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  6. Adelino, hi! i will catch up with your blog as soon as possible, good to hear from you again!

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  7. Morris, i am happy you like it! :-)

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  8. thank you, deardear Mani :-) it is an amazing poem, isn't it? precisely because of that simplicity, i feel this too.

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  9. Owen, one never asks a 'sorceress' how she does it, no? but, if you really sailed away, carried by my humble image, i wonder whether my smile can still reach you :-) (i know, i shouldn't confess that i doubt the power of my spells :-)

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  10. S., you are always so impossibly kind to me (actually yes, no matter what you write here, i experience an urgent need to give you a big hug whenever i notice your comments :-).

    i am happy you tell me this: i had been thinking about this poem for a long time, but had never been satisfied with any image - until i got this one... it suddenly seemed right. also because i felt so old, so on the verge of sailing away when i was standing on that riverbank in the twilight and took this picture. it was almost dark, and i thought i would never get a good image, still i gave it a try.

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  11. i am happy to hear this, Cornel! thank you!

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  12. indeed, Prospero. how true.

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  13. l'homme est malheureux et cherche pas tout les moyens de ce faire aimer, certes tu as des nmanipulateurs qui te transforme en larme. Allan

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  14. roxana, it's really good to have good resting(actually very proactive) here. Doing nothing but wandering around taking photos in daytime and meeting good old friends with drinking in the night..

    do hope you're doing very well.

    chao. :-)

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  15. Allan, je pense que l'homme ne peut echapper a son destin de malheur que s'il suit une voie spirituelle - tu le sais mieux que moi, etant bouddhiste...

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  16. hi, Peter, it is good to read you again :-)
    and if one only could do what you describe more often...

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