Scenes created by the sea…

i filched these lines from an introductory essay to a series of seascape photographs by a photographer called Park Yeong-taek, the book’ title: Scenes Created by the Sea; the essay by a professor called Park Jun-hyeon was titled The empire of the senses, the hell of technique, which i read because it was on the coffee shop bookshelf & because i think coffee shops are boring, as they usually play crap music, which stops me from reading anything qualitatively. So i never bother to take a book if someone drags me along to one. i read in lonely silence.
i thought rather than be bored i’d extract lines that i could imagine myself maybe writing & try to compose a poem. The photographs weren’t very good, there was no drama in them, just the same placid ocean a 100 times in monochrome. An example of theory articulating better than the art itself.
The exercise kept me busy while my old friend kipped.

Scenes created by the sea | traced with eyes
directed toward an impossible reproduction
based on existing perceptions | but
in truth they are no more than the reflection of one…
The primeval seascape repeats &
gives rise to a general conception | tidal flats in
the foreground | the sky & the clouds
— structures arranged like objects in a still life | scenes

innate in the sea | thick with the
coagulation of time | while it cannot be seen completely |
it does reveal a glimpse of itself.
The surface of paper | the ontological conditions
of paint | erasing the concrete |
scenery & the subject link & provide a buffer zone
— solid in perpetuity |
a scene that ceaselessly disappears against the fierce

unobstructed rapidity of time
—mass & colour | uniform distance: entities that grow.



  1. A beautiful piece, Daniel, the symbols, concrete and abstract, the contrasts, and the way you’ve interwoven them. I read it several times, great work. By coincidence, a moment ago I read a polar opposite view of the sea that also bowled me over–Paul Steffan Jones’ blog. I thought you might be interested, hope you don’t mind me mentioning, feel free to edit 😜. PS: love the photo, yours I assume.

    1. I think i should steal lines from essays in the coffee table books of cafes more often. It’s funny, the photos gave me nothing, but the essay, even though it was translated in a too academic way, somehow worked if i picked carefully. i am not into the whole found poetry thing really, but as i say, i was bored & looking for something to do & when i went through it again i thought, it isn’t bad—blog worthy. haha.

      i don’t mind you sharing something, i’ll try to find that blog.

      The photo is mine. The NW coast of Jeju where it is always windy.

      1. More than not bad, Daniel. I suspect the difference for me is just the amount of time delay, ie, I read something and it pops out at some point in the future. 😄 Okay, his blog called The Mountain Does Not Know.

        1. i think that’s pretty natural Steve. It takes time for what ever inner mechanism is churning through & digesting our sensory inputs to get to something all its own. It might be a bit like dreams, they surely can only be juxtapositions of things we have experienced & then revise into a form beyond our comprehension if only because it is juxtaposed to an extreme but nevertheless narrated.

          i found the blog. Will give it a browse. Cheers. Might be a keeper.

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