Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Thar Be Monsters

(photo by Jane Morris Parsons)

I am uncertain today.  Sick of posting my work and words.  But here is a beautiful photograph that I should wish to emulate.  There are thousands of them.  When I find a direction (in writing, in art, in life), I'll let you know.  Just now, reality calls.  It has the most insistent voice.  It may cause me some deafness.  And therein, as we all know, lies the danger.  That way lies madness.  Thar be monsters.  I guess.  Though it is always interesting to watch someone else do it.  Edifying and entertaining.  Someone (Matthew Arnold, but he was working from a Greek critic I can't bring to mind) said that is what art should be.  Closer my heart to thee.
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4 comments:

  1. Lisa NickersonMarch 30, 2011 at 8:51 AM

    There is no "direction" it is all just groping for the small wand of light in the darkness.

    The little like that keeps moving away from us. It's the best we can do.

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  2. Lisa NickersonMarch 30, 2011 at 8:51 AM

    the little *light*

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  3. Rhonda BoocockMarch 30, 2011 at 9:16 AM

    I'm ignoring the beckoning call of reality for three more days...then the monsters and madness...“Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.”

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  4. Sean Q6March 30, 2011 at 7:51 PM

    Photography is perhaps "all just groping for the small wand of light in the darkness."

    ...that little *like* that keeps moving away from us

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