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From Document to Memory

“…photographs I take while on a trip are the commemoration of the fact that I existed in that place or that I happened to see something there – they are not the commemoration of my visit…”

[from Daido Moriyama: From document to memory.]

Die Grünen/Altes Literaturhaus, Frankfurt

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.]

In-between...

The rise of abstraction in photography...

[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]

NYC, here I come...

Urban landscapes: Kiev, Kharkivska

Some recent portraits...

Lion vs. Sheep

"It is better to live one year as a lion than ten years as a sheep..."

French Proverb

[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]

[Wisdom from Oscar Wilde...]

"A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction." - Oscar Wilde

Shelter from the storm...

играть с огнём

женя

[O.T.]

есть что вспомнить

[Rilke]

Die Zukunft zeigt sich uns, lange bevor sie eintritt.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Good Friday

ITALY. Sicily. Barrafranca. Good Friday 2004.

„Der Genielose, matt und kraftlos, kann nie ohne die Krücke der Regeln und Gesetze gehen, kraftlos und elend nie über die vorgezeichnete Bahn wegspringen oder mit Heldenkühnheit sie durchbrechen, um sich selbst schöpferisch eine neue Bahn zu finden. Er schleicht also ruhig und dumm, gleich jenem trägen lastbaren Tier, im Gleise fort.“

Jakob Friedrich Abel, Philosoph (1751 - 1829)