[Holger and Kerstin said:]
“what's the photographer’s opinion on it?”
This is obviously a multidimensional issue and I can only give you my thoughts on it.
There is foremost the moral dimension. The question is whether the photojournalist could have done anything in this situation to save the life of the young girl - either by stepping in or drawing attention to herself. Most likely the answer is that she could not have done anything to save the life of the girl. If she had made herself known to the perpetrator most likely she would have been killed as well.
The second moral issue or question is whether the photojournalist had the right to take the image of the murdered girl ex post and get it published. I would suggest that she had the right and in her situation almost a moral obligation to take the picture and create a document, evidence of a heinous murder, of an evil act. Only by doing this she can draw the attention of a broader audience to the fact that a war is going on, that civilians suffer and injustice is committed. And maybe as important: with a photographic document of these acts of barbarism no one in his or her right mind can question sixty years later that there have been atrocities in Auschwitz, Srebrenica, or Ruanda to name but a very few.
I also think that there is a practical dimension: I guess the photojournalist simply operated on some kind of autopilot. She did what she set out to do: photograph the war. So I presume that it was almost a reflex to take such an image without much thought about the moral dimension.
Image copyright: Anthony Suau for Time.
There is maybe another dimension in that a photograph like that of the murdered girl would most likely not win any reputable competition (e.g. World Press Photo) anymore. The assessment of what juries of such competitions consider an appropriate and “useful” document has evolved over the past few years. Look for example at last year’s winner, Anthony Suau, at his photo of a police officer checking a foreclosed home. It is far more subtle and multilayered than if Suau had simply shown the eviction of residents of a foreclosed home. It is more about stepping back and showing more than one aspect in an image that is a winning combination – even if that means that the photograph is more difficult to read.
Your thoughts?
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
From Document to Memory
Thursday, May 21, 2009
The Cockroach Blues
The Cockroach Blues
Capo I
Verse:
Em.............................C
I saw you lying in the bathroom
Em...............................C
You lay on your brown back
Em...........................C
Your little feet were spinning
Em...........................C
Your body made of shellac
Em........................C
I found you quite appealing
Chorus:
G............................D
But you were just a cockroach
.......C
So I flushed you down the toilet…
Decision to Shoot
“…There is no way that a single person can have a truly comprehensive view of the world, but it is possible for him to conceive of an outline of its totality. It is therefore from the gap between his perceptions of cruel reality and his weltanschauung – in other words, from the interplay between the extremes of the real and the ideal, as they are juxtaposed in his shutter – that meaning arises.
It is without question precisely in this juxtaposition that one can find the potential relevance of photography to history, culture, and politics most closely approaching the realm of probability. One may never be able to discover anything as enigmatic as “the truth” in a photograph, but if one were to settle for something close to it, it may be that is consists of neither an absolute affirmation nor an absolute denial of anything, but something between the two…”
[from Daido Moriyama: The decision to shoot.]
Friday, May 15, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
[Nicht mehr Teil Deiner Welt]
[Nicht mehr Teil Deiner Welt]
Ich sah Dich am Fenster,
Dein Blick verloren ins Draußen.
Deine Gedanken, ich weiß nicht wo –
Du sagtest kein Wort in dieser Nacht,
Ich lag neben Dir ohne Schlaf.
Versuchte zu spüren, was an Nähe blieb,
Konnte doch nur Deine Hülle ahnen.
Später warst Du fort –
Und Gewissheit sank in mich ein,
Dass ich gewesen Teil Deiner Welt.
[R.B. Mai 2009]
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
[Hälfte des Lebens...Friedrich Hölderlin]
Hälfte des Lebens
Mit gelben Birnen hänget
Und voll mit wilden Rosen
Das Land in den See,
Ihr holden Schwäne,
Und trunken von Küssen
Tunkt ihr das Haupt
Ins heilignüchterne Wasser.
Weh mir, wo nehm ich, wenn
Es Winter ist, die Blumen, und wo
Den Sonnenschein,
Und Schatten der Erde?
Die Mauern stehn
Sprachlos und kalt, im Winde
Klirren die Fahnen.
[Friedrich Hölderlin]
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
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