Thursday, January 31, 2013

I Seem to Be/ But Really I am


My body is out East,
But my heart is still in the West

I seem to be outgoing,
But really I am an introvert

I don’t mind the cold,
But I long for the sun.

I may read a lot,
But I am not confident with my own writing.

I am from California,
But I haven’t been to LA in ten years.

I do not make emotional Art,
But I am a Romantic at heart.

Sometimes people think I am being facetious,
When I am actually quite sincere.

I keep moving further and further from home,
But really I long to return.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Im no Poet, but here is a poem I like.

ONE TRAIN MAY HIDE ANOTHER

In a poem, one line may hide another line,
As at a crossing, one train may hide another train.
That is, if you are waiting to cross
The tracks, wait to do it for one moment at
Least after the first train is gone. And so when you read
Wait until you have read the next line--
Then it is safe to go on reading.
In a family one sister may conceal another,
So, when you are courting, it's best to have them all in view
Otherwise in coming to find one you may love another.
One father or one brother may hide the man,
If you are a woman, whom you have been waiting to love.
So always standing in front of something the other
As words stand in front of objects, feelings, and ideas.
One wish may hide another. And one person's reputation may hide
The reputation of another. One dog may conceal another
On a lawn, so if you escape the first one you're not necessarily safe;
One lilac may hide another and then a lot of lilacs and on the Appia
     Antica one tomb
May hide a number of other tombs. In love, one reproach may hide another,
One small complaint may hide a great one.
One injustice may hide another--one colonial may hide another,
One blaring red uniform another, and another, a whole column. One bath
     may hide another bath
As when, after bathing, one walks out into the rain.
One idea may hide another: Life is simple
Hide Life is incredibly complex, as in the prose of Gertrude Stein
One sentence hides another and is another as well. And in the laboratory
One invention may hide another invention,
One evening may hide another, one shadow, a nest of shadows.
One dark red, or one blue, or one purple--this is a painting
By someone after Matisse. One waits at the tracks until they pass,
These hidden doubles or, sometimes, likenesses. One identical twin
May hide the other. And there may be even more in there! The obstetrician
Gazes at the Valley of the Var. We used to live there, my wife and I, but
One life hid another life. And now she is gone and I am here.
A vivacious mother hides a gawky daughter. The daughter hides
Her own vivacious daughter in turn. They are in
A railway station and the daughter is holding a bag
Bigger than her mother's bag and successfully hides it.
In offering to pick up the daughter's bag one finds oneself confronted by
     the mother's
And has to carry that one, too. So one hitchhiker
May deliberately hide another and one cup of coffee
Another, too, until one is over-excited. One love may hide another love
     or the same love
As when "I love you" suddenly rings false and one discovers
The better love lingering behind, as when "I'm full of doubts"
Hides "I'm certain about something and it is that"
And one dream may hide another as is well known, always, too. In the
     Garden of Eden
Adam and Eve may hide the real Adam and Eve.
Jerusalem may hide another Jerusalem.
When you come to something, stop to let it pass
So you can see what else is there. At home, no matter where,
Internal tracks pose dangers, too: one memory
Certainly hides another, that being what memory is all about,
The eternal reverse succession of contemplated entities. Reading 
    A Sentimental Journey look around
When you have finished, for Tristram Shandy, to see
If it is standing there, it should be, stronger
And more profound and theretofore hidden as Santa Maria Maggiore
May be hidden by similar churches inside Rome. One sidewalk
May hide another, as when you're asleep there, and
One song hide another song; a pounding upstairs
Hide the beating of drums. One friend may hide another, you sit at the
     foot of a tree
With one and when you get up to leave there is another
Whom you'd have preferred to talk to all along. One teacher,
One doctor, one ecstasy, one illness, one woman, one man
May hide another. Pause to let the first one pass.
You think, Now it is safe to cross and you are hit by the next one. It 
     can be important
To have waited at least a moment to see what was already there.

-Kenneth Koch


You can here it read by the poet at http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15592

Look like flowers, but really they are not.





Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Nature of Photographs

I have been familiar with Stephen Shore's book The Nature of Photographs for many years. It is still a great classic book on photography and how the camera and lens can function to communicate in photography. The section on mental modeling is really interesting in how it talks about the process of layering all these concepts on how to build an image. Where is more experimental photography though Mr. Shore???

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Response to Reading, Writing, Rising Up



Language as a political system that can be exploited to create a social hierarchy is not an idea I’ve had presented to me in the past. Of course, it makes perfect sense. Who has what language is a powerful hierarchy I have experienced most of my life. Growing up I could recognize adults that were well spoken and articulate with a vast vocabulary must be intelligent people. Never did I consider about who had access to obtaining such skill sets. I am not a particularly strong writer myself; this is something I’ve been working to improve. But I do have access to easily improve these skill sets with a little work. This article made me consider what other system could be viewed in this way.
Aesthetics. For sometime now I’ve been thinking about our idea of aesthetics. For the sake of this I will use a working definition as aesthetics being the beauty of design. Art students are taught rules of composition, color, and design. Now given following these systems can help you produce an artistic result that fits within a historical reference of what good design and art looks like. Artists are also taught to break these rules. But you are taught to break them from the perspective of the rule itself. Which means it is still serving a function within the system, whoever knows the “rules” of what makes acceptable ideas about aesthetics is the better artist.
The real problem with this system goes beyond those who have access to knowledge sets. When one certain language, or concept of aesthetics is allowed to be viewed supreme within a hierarchy, it becomes what is strived for. Not new thinking itself, or different ways of seeing, but a already prebuilt pedestal, I believe this ultimately halts the opportunity for new ways of thinking, seeing, and interpreting our world.

Monday, January 21, 2013