A friend sent me this Creeley poem. I can’t believe I’d never encountered it before.
Caves 1
So much of my childhood seems
to have been spent in rooms —
at least in memory, the shadespulled down to make it darker, the
shaft of sunlight at the window’s edge.
I could hear the bees then…
Source: littlebrownmushroom
bird
Source: laurenschneiderman
Source: curiousgraffiti
“Debbie Harry and Chris Stein at the subway”, photo by Roberta Bayley.
Source: zombiesenelghetto
-Spencer Worthley, 2012
The use of traveling is to regulate the imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.
— Samuel Johnson (via ramblersbone)
Source: ramblersbone
(Josef Koudelka)
“Important photographs are invisible to anyone in a hurry. The fact is that we no longer know how to look properly. We process on average twenty-five images in a second. But which of us spends twenty-five seconds looking at a single image?”
-Bernard Cuau, 1984 (Photofile, Josef Koudelka.)
Iowa, -Spencer Worthley, 2012
fairy tale
What image might children today have of The Photographer? Paparazzo; war correspondent; fashion imp; happy pornographer. If, however, you suggested that a photographer might also be a poet - I’m not sure they would have a clue what you were talking about. Or why a photographer might want such a thing.
— Ian Penman, Robert Frank, from one state to the next
liability
Housing was cheap. Travel was easy. There were communal support systems. The decline of such things is one reason a Frank or Bukowski or Sun Ra, say, would be unlikely to flourish today, with time to drift, experiment, burn. Another reason: today, they would be ‘acclaimed’ - splashed across every would-be fashionable magazine and media spot - before they’d even unpacked their baggage.
-Ian Penman, Robert Frank, from one state to the next
