photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: Twenty Nine Palms, California, 2010. ©Graeme Mitchell
Speaking of Twenty Nine Palms. A really great great great photograph by An-My Lê was taken at the marine base there. It’s in the MOMA collection.
photo: 29 Palms: Mortar Impact ©2010 An-My Lê
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell
‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
‘They called me the hyacinth girl.’
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od’ und leer das Meer.-from T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land
photo: Happy Valley, OR. 2010. ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: Happy Valley, OR. 2010. ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: Happy Valley, OR. 2010. ©Graeme Mitchell
photo: Happy Valley, OR. 2010. ©Graeme Mitchell
“that meagre and fragile thread… by which the little surface corners and edges of men’s secret and solitary lives may be joined for an instant now and then before sinking back into the darkness where the spirit cried for the first time and was not heard and will cry for the last time and will not be heard then either”
-from Absolom, Absolom! by William Faulkner.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: from light study, 2010, ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: from light study, 2010, ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: from light study, 2010, ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: from light study, 2010, ©Graeme Mitchell.
“his very body was an empty hall echoing with sonorous defeated names; he was not a being, an entity, he was a commonwealth. He was a barracks filled with stubborn, back-looking ghosts…”
-from Absolom, Absolom! by William Faulkner.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
More, yet:
We have a few old mouth-to-mouth tales, we exhume from old trunks and boxes and drawers letters without salutation or signature, in which men and women who once lived and breathed are now merely initials or nicknames out of some now incomprehensible affection which sound to us like Sanskrit or Chocktaw; we see dimly people, the people in whose living blood and seed we ourselves lay dormant and waiting, in this shadowy attenuation of time possessing now heroic proportions, performing their acts of simple passion and simple violence, impervious to time and inexplicable
-from Absolom, Absolom! by William Faulkner.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: Flowers from the Fall, 2009. ©Graeme Mitchell.
More of these,
photo: from light study, 2010, ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: from light study, 2010, ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: from light study, 2010, ©Graeme Mitchell.
photo: from light study, 2010, ©Graeme Mitchell.