Good news, it infuses this issue with a sense of joy, and with an aspect of carefree childhood seized in flight. There is a feeling of solemnity, but a tender solemnity. An innocence that confronts the world, its difficulties and the trials of study, but it is amusing, happy, and touching.
When they came to tell us that farming without farmers could exist we smiled. But now we have uninhabited expanses of land, mechanization, greenhouse plants untouched by human hand.
When they came to tell us there could be farming without farmers and even without sustenance we laughed out loud. But now we have wasteland destined as burnt biomass to produce the → read more ...
Since we are living, to a large part, in a socially constructed world – think of the legal system or of bureaucracy, for instance –, social reports can be pretty much about anything and everything that explores conditions and trends in a community. Unsuprisingly, the photographers in this volume had very much their personal reasons for documenting what they deemed → read more ...
Big changes are happening in photography today, and we cannot blame digital photography for all of these upheavals.
The close connection between photography and reality has not been called into question, but what has been cut up, torn up or wrung out is the ambiguous relationship between photography and truth. And the development of digital photography is the representation rather than → read more ...
I recently made a train journey in France. Leaving from Paris but, and this is what I asked the ticket seller at the station, avoiding all express trains, travelling rather by night trains, semi-direct, tortuous local trains, thereby experiencing something I had previously only done abroad: long journeys, with the countryside passing by a window on which sometimes is still → read more ...
God of building violations hear
our application
we the undersigned
people in apartments
in housing blocks
in projects
approach You
to approve our building plans
and permit us our excesses
God of building violations listen
for a second
we broke through the wall
in our sorry rooms
to make a window and a door
we closed a porch
overbuilt
a few feet
for the sake of our own welfare
God of building violations listen
for heaven’s sake
(Translation from Hebrew → read more ...
Gray and self assured and solid it moves forward
on its damp and endless journey
while yesterday’s ambulances go back and forth
back and forth in my brain
its body slimy and exposed
not knowing how fragile
its two antennas in the air facing forward and slanted
as far forward as possible
crawling on the ground
between giant geranium trunks
and one red petal
which has fallen
and what am I doing, → read more ...
Not in a tinplated
beggar’s cup of watery soup
do I perceive your countenance.
Not in a fine white china
dish of consommé
is your delicate effervescent face appeared.
Not in a dirty puddle
on the oil-slicked tarmac
resides the fine-boned hologram of you.
Not in the basin of holy water
that is just on the inside of the chapel doors
does your perfect reflection live?
…not in the windows of a → read more ...
You are up on the sky,
keeping an eye into the Light,
so righteous within,
if only you look at those near and far,
just giving every scared love
inscribed in Vedic thoughts.
As the spirit who travel,
you make a sacred way into patience,
stillness and calm … for what
style should be.
You watching around the Earth,
in addition, comparing the stars beauty
with the planet … and for ever → read more ...
Beware them
who come asking for old shoes.
Wearing them one by one
from the bigger to the smaller
they will walk along the path you walked once,
like crossing a lake stepping over lotus-leaves,
turning into a gnome in each step.
Memories, like water weeds
won’t loop around their legs
as around yours,
nor will forgetfulness, like whirls
will drown them as they did you.
Straight, they will reach your demolished → read more ...
I walked the valley of shadow
touched faces
of fear with eager hands
eagle heart
your words
tasted deliciously tender
during that night
swelling hopes
about nothing
I am the spell maker
you the riddle maker
about nothing
at the end of the tunnel
I see light swirling
slowly
with a hint of blue
I am crawling into the abyss
the walls are slippery
all around me I sense
hot breath gigantic hands
they fall out of the tunnel one → read more ...
I am to be born today.
But, yesterday
My star turned into a black hole
My tree perished my bird, my animal
All died out.
My king’s name is not Herod
My uncle is not Kamsa*
I am not to be a Jew, or a Communist
I won’t fall in love with the princess
I won’t lay any claim for the kingdom;
I don’t know then
Why all are afraid of → read more ...
