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.