Saturday, 28 November 2009
which we have grown to call
let's paint them in the colours
of our pain,
in the dimness of what they call
but we simply call
(the doorway of my block of flats)
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Yet he says much who utters "evenings,"
A word from which grave thought and sadness flow
Like rich dark honey from the hollow combs.
this was “absolution”
we turned the words in our fingers
like coloured pebbles
smiling vaguely, shy,
wondering what they meant,
wondering what we had been.
"if i die now", he says to himself, "then everything which is held inside the word evening as i am uttering it exactly this moment, is lost. no clinging to memory, no dream of absolution. this precise and stunningly clear configuration of the universe, as it is right this moment, the shape of these fields, the cotton-like grasses i passed by, the warmth of the dog fur lingering in my fingers, my shadow as it is stretching now across the path, these glowing colours of autumn and i myself, my body heavy with the world that i carry inside, not simply mirroring the one outside but lending it the clarity of a soul, the singleness of a purpose, will be lost. as if they had never existed. countless mouths will still open to say evening all over the earth, yet this particular weaving of time and space and soul, which now seems to be, as i feel it, essential, perhaps indispensable to the universe, will be no longer."
the crows, no longer held in sight by a gaze, fly low through the darkness.
Saturday, 21 November 2009
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Friday, 13 November 2009
In the happy wind above young meadows,
My arms know you are light, come.
We will forget this world,
Its ills and curses and the sky,
And my blood that is quick to war,
Forget those passes mindful of shadow
In the flush of new mornings.
Where the light no longer moves a leaf,
Our dreams and troubles gone to other shores,
Where evening rests,
Come I will lead you
To the hills of gold.
Free from age, time being still,
In its lost halo
Will our sheet be.
Giuseppe Ungaretti, Where the Light
(tr. by Patrick Creagh)
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
View on ExposureRoom
if you'd like to watch in high-definition, please follow the link to Exposure Room. unfortunately there are some technical problems with this upload that i haven't been able to solve, but if i don't post it today i will never decide to post it at all :-)
i and some of my friends get to see fractured lines during a couple of sequences while it appears that others have no problem whatsoever. i still haven't any explanation or solution for this, so i would like to hear what you see (except my shaky and blurred shooting, of course :-)
oh, and if you happen to be in the unlucky category (my pessimism says that this will most probably be the case) but you are also in the "stubborn"-one and still want to take a proper look at it, you can download the original from the Exposure Room site, that works perfectly.