commonplace book

She knows that a poet like Richard would move sternly through the same morning, editing it, dismissing incidental ugliness along with incidental beauty, seeking the economic and historical truth behind these old brick town houses, the austere stone complications of the Episcopal church and the thin middle-aged man walking his Jack Russell terrier

Everything is movement transformation. A profile is never motionless but is constantly varying. Objects in movement multiply themselves, become deformed in pursuing each other, like hurried vibrations. For instance a runaway horse has not four legs but twenty and their movement is triangular. In art all is conventional nothing is absolute.

That

I believe that much photography is a reflection,

however unconscious, of man's impermanence,

of our constant flirtation with mortality.

-James Carrol, the lives of others

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Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking… What is going on in these pictures in my mind?- Joan didion, let me tell you what I mean

Don’t go, I’ll eat you up, I love you so- where the wild things go, Maurice Sendak/Spike Jones 01/04/2025