I dream of the silence
the day before Adam came
to name the animals,
The gold skins newly dropped
from God's bright fingers, still
implicit with the light.
A day like this, perhaps:
a winter whiteness
haunting the creation,
as we are sometimes
haunted by the space
we fill, or by the forms
we might have known
before the names,
beyond the gloss of things.
John Burnside
a winter whiteness
haunting the creation,
as we are sometimes
haunted by the space
we fill, or by the forms
we might have known
before the names,
beyond the gloss of things.
John Burnside
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There is such energy in these images. Like the energy of the life force in general. I recall once being astonished when looking at photos of various things as seen by the magnification of a scanning electronic microscope. I recall one image of the surface of a piece of lead ore. It showed it's crystalline structure and it looked like buildings and skyscrapers; an incredible futuristic city scape. Inner space and outer space obey the same universal laws. The microcosm is the macrocosm, etc. Here, in your photos these images dance, in their abstraction, the dance of life. It is like the universe contained in a blade of grass.
ReplyDelete'still implicit with the light' ohh
ReplyDeletebeautifully done. I love John Burnside.
this series is stunning, Roxana. It's as if you're moving back in time, to the stillness in the heart. I love that slowing down, from the Vangogh-like crows in the fields to the 'white object'...as if each image is a bridge to another world, and the last to the pre-world where, finally, there are no distinctions, no me & you...
ReplyDeleteout of time. and time was the space between me and you, as the old song goes.
john burnside! am just after being in the garden so loving these.
ReplyDeletemyth, the dance of life, how beautiful this metaphor is, i have always dreamed about it, imagining it in many, endless ways... i am happy you see it expressed here, very happy!
ReplyDeleteMarion & swiss, haha, i just knew my dear Scottish poets would love this post :-) and it is such an amazing poem, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteanonymous, i am honoured that you see so much into these images, and that they speak to you in this way, better than i ever could. yes, stillness in the heart, but that stillness can also be a wave, overwhelming you, erasing distinctions, as you say...
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hello my beautiful friend, thankyou for these masterpeices. I always feel a sense of wonder when I am on the bridge.and here you are working with the metaphor of whiteness where finally almost all is convered with this blanket of impeccable whiteness as when I admire the white frozen landscape of our valley but I can imagine that the strongest of the universes forces stream beneath the service well I meant to say consciously surface but I will leave that word service it is empowering, and it makes me feel like a god as if I have shed my magnanimous mortality as I channel this power through my thoughts and formative feelings.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet of you to hand me this gift of Baudelaire on the bridge thankyou. yes it illustrates beautifully the vastness and connectiveness of the universe-vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté.
et blanche comme la feuille de papier de ma journée qui commence a laube,comme mon esprit après une méditation et une rédemption et blanche comme une mémoire dun traume et blanche comme un récipient transparent de toutes les couleurs de la beauté de la vie meme les couleurs qui sont cachées de notre vue mais qui nourrissent notre esprit et blanche comme la terre avant le premier pas,blanche comme mon soupir de tristesse ou de joie,blanche comme le souffle du vent qui descend de la montagne j'usquau au temple de mon esprit et blanche comme le silence et la tranquillité de la déesse du pont la très belle Roxana
a continuer....
Beautiful ( :
ReplyDeleteThough you borrowed a poem to illustrate with your images, the depth of your own living poetry is infinite; it shines, it shines, it shines.
ReplyDeleteWe were away travelling in Italy for the past couple of weeks, and work was insane before we left... I thank you for your visits and kind words, am always thrilled to see that you have dropped by, like a mysterious bird with no name, who left a feather before flying off. Be well dear Roxana...
and that they speak to you in this way, better than i ever could. a word is worth a thousand images.
ReplyDeleteoh, i dunno, i think you could speak better! yes, a wave of light.
This series suits my mood perfectly right now. Thank you, Roxana.
ReplyDeleteasa,cum ai nascut tu,din lumina toate acele linii,cum ele se joaca impreuna cu ,umina,cu ele insele,incercand sa isi reaminteasca,sa atinga limpezimea totala.atata gratie,cand se termina,tot raman pe retina,si cu ochii inchisi,tulpini de bambus,singurele care au dreptul,parca,uneori,sa vrasteze spatiul...
ReplyDeleteI can't help but look at these with a (former) dancer's eyes. All movement, energy, light and force, gathering and then taking off.
ReplyDeleteThe black and white makes it seem like choreographed code for patterns of movement.
it seems there is this intrinsic need to return to the white space once in awhile, retrace our steps, retest our boundaries, take a deep breath in the silence, recharge. then continue further in our stick & straw surroundings of undefinable beauty and order in the chaos, that is felt only by our hearts.
ReplyDeleteenchanted series! thank you
tanya
speechless!
ReplyDeleteA very cinematic approach to form and nomenclature (are you sure that you aren't a botanist in disguise?) There is a narrative depicting darkness to light (in full hermeneutic and proairetic codes). The crisis in scene 5, dearest, is riveting.
ReplyDeleteWe all bring our personal sensibilities to the party. My first impression was of Chinese and Japanese brush paintings. I like Myth's and Lynne's associations as well. I'm also reminded of Van Gogh, who also captured the energy and movement beneath the surface of existence.
ReplyDelete..and yes I meant to say the quietude of you the goddess of dreams in the final image of whiteness where the purity is beyond all forms of dialogues.
ReplyDeletesending you summer kisses
thankyou
enchanting stillnes - beyond the hues of summer ...
ReplyDelete(whence this wintry palette in July?)
thank you my dear friends, thank you from my heart... a bit too busy these days, hence my silence, here or anywhere...
ReplyDeletewhy the wintry palette? maybe it is what tanya says, "the intrinsic need to return to the white space once in awhile" - or to inhabit the white space at any time, even in the midst of the most vibrant colour...
i wonder how much of form truly does exist or if we impose some kind of will upon it.
ReplyDeleteyou help me to see but it is ironic. what you help me to see requires no eyes.
xo
erin