NYC Journal 64, “inner-fate”
While taking these Saul Bellow’s phrase “inner-fate” from Humboldt’s Gift was whispering in my ear, gentle murmurs and soft susurrations of something powerful beautiful cruel, or otherwise in the words of the bold Humboldt himself, “I was manic. I was chattering from the dusty top of my crazy head. Afterward I was depressed and silent for long, long days. I lay in the cage. Grim gorilla days.”
(! Goodgod, now. That’s fine fine prose.)
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell 2008
(And maybe you noticed that I increased the image size. This should have been done a long time ago. A lot of these images really need to be seen bigger (a cliche line from the photographer if ever there was one). The template I use is limited, but maybe the little bump will make them more enjoyable. Let me know if it’s an improvement, if it slows things down too much, or if it makes no difference?)
The pic of that first hole gives me the creeps. In a good way.
Bigger is better… Over at Channing’s last week I saw that 50 some odd inch print you made for him in the black frame with the white mat… it was beautiful and, more importantly, big.