Notes, Thoughts, and Observations
‘The human face is indeed, like the face of the God of some oriental theogony, a whole cluster of faces juxtaposed on different planes so that one does not see them all at once.’
Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove, Pt 2 trans. by C. K. Scott Moncrieff & Terence Kilmartin, revised by D. J. Enright (London: Everyman, 2001), p. 260.
At best, a photograph opens up a middle ground of poetry between its author and its viewer.
Photography shows clearly that the camera is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre.
To conjure the breadth of a world by excluding it in the frame of a photograph.
`Dogs, also, bark at what they do not know.’
`A fool is excited by every word.’
`Eyes and ears are bad witnesses to men who have barbarian souls.’
(Attributed to Heraclitus)
Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida, trans. by Richard Howard (New York: Hill & Wang, 1981), p. 53.
`When you hear through your eyes, only then will you know' (Ssu-Hin).
Michel Houellebecq, ‘Dans l’aire limpide / In the clear air’, from his Unreconciled: Poems 1991 - 2013, trans. by Gavin Bowd (London, 2017).
A day of horizontal elements:
Telephone wires against the line of a cloud
stretched above that of a cargo ship
against the distant coastline.
And these observed after a night when
I dreamed of myself lying flat on a riverbank
next to a crocodile
or sizing me up
before devouring me