(Remember, what follows is opinion, as always in these essays, it is not an incontestable truth.) Renovating-aesthetic The following passage is from Robert Browning’s Red Cotton Night Cap Country or Turf & Towers: Have you, the travelled lady, found yourself Inside a ruin, fane or bath or cirque, Renowned in story, dear through youthful dream? [...]
i was aiming on this day to get out of my abstract, narrowing habit & let the lens breath a little by opening up the periphery & see if i can't capture something of the bustle of architecture, the way buildings & parked cars scrum & squeeze each other in a jostle for space. The [...]
These locations have appeared in numerous poems & i have written a great many of my poems whilst out walking or riding around these places. They are not the prettiest places & i sometimes wonder what it is about them that appeals to me. i think it is their ruggedness. There is a sense of [...]
Thinking out loud on the subject of tourism & authenticity & the problems in their relationship To experience authenticity, it should be more difficult than this. More than a taxi ride, cable car, which takes you for a modest price to the summit & thereabouts. & thereabouts, you can purchase all you require to fill [...]
i promise this is the last batch, don't want anyone climbing the walls or thinking i'm a broing Uncle Herb type with his projector slides from trip circa '93. i've had fun manipulating the truth though.
i made a trip to the mainland by ferry the other day to make an Ikea run for our new pension. Though being inside Ikea literally makes me feel like i'm being crucified while a crow pecks at my viscera, i at least had an opportunity to take some photos of the ferry & Seoul— [...]
tips: look everything up & down. look into things. looks around them. try to see beyond them to anything on the otherside. hold still. hold breath. keep your eye out. sometimes be patient. know you may have to rush. be ready. imagine your head can swivel 360°. become light & shadow. know the seepage of [...]
i've got a thing about windows— the depth of focus they offer is staggering at the correct angle. i thought i'd plaster a mish-mash of stuff here rather than focus on a particular style. i. am. so. tired. the. weeds. are. unending. but. i. love. them. somehow. they. help. my. concentration. studies. but. down. side. [...]