“No Matter/Try Again/Fail Again/Fail Better”
“Failures and disappointments make time go by so fast that you fail to notice your real life, and the past when I was so free seems to belong to someone else, not myself.”
via Francine Prose (Mister Monkey)
Robert S Johnson’s “List of Favorite Quotations”
Cate Blanchett in “Situationism”…Video #2 of Manifesto at The Park Avenue Armory
“Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found”
Bernie Taupin – Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
11:34pm 12/31/16…24 minutes until we randomly pretend life will change somehow.
99 years of war
left no room for victors.
There are no more war ministers
nor any jet fighters.
Today I’m making my rounds
see the world lying in ruins.
I found a balloon,
think of you and let it fly (away).
I am deep into a very personal project that I am calling (at least for now) Trans_Lucent. I finally got to work on it a bit in the last week. Much is focused on in-Camera double exposures (not all but much) and I added a piece last week.
You can see the whole current first draft (or maybe first several chapters) on my webpage at Transitory.
I have been gone awhile. I don’t think one is supposed to complain when one is getting too much work to post on WordPress but… complain I might…but I won’t.
It was source of great amusement to several people the other day, that I frequently say “yes, but”…
It is true, I do…but, so what?
I could also complain about being the meat and cheese in the sandwich but I share that with too many folks of my age and it is boring (sad but…boring.)
In any case, here is the latest addition to my work.
Well, hear us now, we ain’t wastin’ time no more
‘Cause time goes by like hurricanes
Runnin’ after subway trains
Don’t forget the pouring rain.
After the horrific, homophobic, rampage in Orlando by yet another young man with a really big, legally bought!!!!!, gun, which was designed for only one purpose and one purpose only, to kill people, I keep finding myself drawn back to this image. And to the actual item which lives on a window in our apartment.
The challenge this week is pure…
“…takes a cigarette/puts it in your mouth” – Bowie
nope wrong song…
So you live day to day,
And you dream about tomorrow, oh
And the hours go by like minutes
And the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something
To make them go away
I could have done so many things, baby
If I could only stop my mind
From wonderin’ what I left behind
And from worrying ’bout this wasted time
The challenge is time
Well, an answer, I believe, is found in this snowy portrait…
I went to Boston to see my parents this Sunday, quite forgetting that today was the Boston Marathon. It was mighty cold as a spectator at the penultimate hill (the one in Newton before Heartbreak Hill). However it was extremely appropriate that I ended this stretch of time with this, my fourth marathon. Of the four that I saw, it is the oldest. The Boston Marathon was first run in 1897 and is the world’s oldest annual marathon race. It has never been cancelled, even during World Wars 1 and 2.
Now the original and still first definition of a marathon is a foot race on a road that goes a distance of 26 miles and 385 yards. However, over the years the definition has expanded to embrace a task of very long duration.
The third marathon I saw this week, on Sunday, was an open rehearsal of a one woman piece, by my old and dear friend, Lisa Wolpe, Producing Artistic Director of the Los Angeles Women’s Shakespeare Company, which she founded in 1993. The show is called Shakespeare and the Alchemy of Gender: In Search Of Shylock. She is on her way to England to perform at Stratford on Avon on April 27th which is one heck of a way to celebrate Katherine and my wedding anniversary! Why a marathon? Back, several years ago (ahem), when I directed Lisa in David Hare’s Fanshen, her interest in Shakespeare was already apparent, as was the fact she was a rare and gifted talent. After college she delved into Shakespeare and in a sense has never come up. This show evolved from a solo show she has been performing for many years and she is still working on it. I doubt she will ever be finished as the best work never is. Down the road, when she brings this piece or it’s companion pieces to your area, or stages a production of Shakespeare or performs, please make sure you see her.
My second marathon, Saturday, was a showing of slightly less long term, but still old friend, Brad Brown. His piece, Love Gasoline, is at GRIDSPACE in Brooklyn through May 25th. This is an extract, if you will, of Brad’s piece, The Look Stains, which he has been working on since 1987. Unavoidably it is about the passage of time and the effects that the interactions of materials, both organic (including humans) and inorganic, have upon each other. His work is in many museums including MOMA, and The National Gallery and he has also been published. Again please check out his work.
Finally, my first marathon is from my “youngest” friend (and actually it will probably please her to know that is an accurate temporal statement in all senses of the word), Andra Watkins. If you are a regular reader of QH, you know Andra already. If not, she is the author of a novel,To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis and a memoir/travel book, Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace. This marathon was a Thursday production, the day I received her latest book, Natchez Trace: Tracks in Time A Book of Photography. These three books are linked and you should read them all, in sequence if possible. After, To Live Forever, was published, Andra conceived of the idea that the best way to publicize the book, which takes place for the most part on The Natchez Trace, was to be the first living human to walk the whole thing. This used to be commonplace, although the sensible and/or well off folk rode horses. She used the opportunity to rebuild her relationship with her father which led to Not Without My Father. Now if you are walking 15 miles a day, everyday, you have lots of time on your hands. Sensibly she used the time to take photographs. They are an excellent documentation of the Trace and quite worth seeing even if, unadvisedly, you do not get the first two volumes in the trilogy…
So, just writing this has tired me out. For me and the QH, this is a marathon of words. Five Marathons in one week?
“There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”
Ever eating, never cloying,
All devouring, all destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last.
I would appreciate a time out. In about 6 weeks I will be living with a high school senior…This seems really quite impossible. So I insist that we call a time out. To add to my mood, as I walked through Bryant Park yesterday I saw this…
However, that was not all I saw in the park. One of our local societies was out doing Tai Chi at 8:30 on a Tuesday morning.
One thing I truly love about New York is our ability to ignore what does not concern us…
Do not be surprised if every post from now on is headlined 7-31-13…
I have been feeling a little jammed up over my river photography. Nothing flowing, fighting with my equipment, unable to really see what is in front of me. Not having any problem shooting other places and spaces, just the river.
Two people, one dead and one living, suggested that I should go back to the beginning. Start shooting as if I had never shot the river before and walk where I had first walked. So, that’s what I did Monday. There were no great revelations, no instant “YES” moment but something shook loose. Things felt better, I felt better, more comfortable, more in the moment. Back to basic principles.
Those of you who have been kind enough to be with QH since the beginning will recall that very early on I found a piece of flotsam which I photographed and posted. I first saw it on February 16, 2011. This is the first picture I took of it. It is not the picture I used that day, which you can see here, because there was a piece of jetsam with it (now long gone) that I thought of equal importance.
Two days ago, June 3, 2013 – 2 years and 4 months later…it has lost its propeller and gained vegetation but not much else.
Mind you, the Hudson is an estuary down here so the water is salty, there are tides, hurricanes, blizzards and all sorts of other weather. At the pace this is going, this engine will still be there long after I am gone.
In another blast from the past…on February 1, 2012, I wrote about some unusual birds I had seen at Riverbank – post is here. I was not able to identify them but Carla did. They turned out to be monk parakeets aka Quaker parrots. Here is a view of a few members of the flock from 2/1/12.
On Monday…no flock, but…
I don’t know if this guy has been thrown off the island, got lost, or is an advance scout but he was singing up a storm.
Finally, just a few weeks ago on May 23rd, I showed you a picture of a goose family with their toddler goslings. They are teenagers now and have their learner’s permits.