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.
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.
Big changes are happening in photography today, and we cannot blame digital photography for all of these upheavals....
I recently made a train journey in France. Leaving from Paris but, and this is what I asked the ticket seller at the station…
A living environment is a defined terrain where actual and imaginative perceptions are mutually experienced. The current flow of global information intensifies the simultaneous sense of personal space, and images serve as its geographic and emotional expansions.
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…
Ah, these are the leaders /These are the leaders – / Madmen in suits. / Believing in numbers, percentages and sanity / Drawing bar-charts to rationalize tanks and air strikes…
I felt like walking with you in the woods / no daffodils but many trees / not really black, or green - no fairy-tale - / but sweet air and warm-licking sun / healing all there is…
Of all the things in the ad what attracted me / Was the beauty of Sarah / And I stood there, or sat, today, Friday morning, / A winter sun warms me up in my purple clothes…
The buoys of memory have faint bells, noticed in the night. / I have left these chiming seamarks for the time of my return…
My youngest daughter called from the army, / just returned from an ambush in the desert, this time / they intercepted two men who tried to smuggle Hashish from Egypt…
Facing one another / we turn our backs to the world’s calamities. / Behind our closed eyes and curtains / both heat and war / erupted at once…
I can't believe it's / a new year, again / it has crept up on me, softly, surreptitiously, / though the signs, of course, were written on the wall…
The hazy air surrounds us all, / with dust which cannot dirty them. / Dry heat and desert-wind envelop / the Holy Day / without a moment touching them…
The window travels the clouds travel I / travel the road travels the moon travels the trees travel the pane / travels moon travels passengers travel / earth travels mountains travel planet travels thoughts travel…
God of building violations hear / our application / we the undersigned / people in apartments / in housing blocks / in projects…
Not in a tinplated / beggar’s cup of watery soup / do I perceive your countenance. / Not in a fine white china / dish of consommé…
You are up on the sky, / eeping an eye into the Light, / so righteous within, / if only you look at those near and far…
PRIVATE 40, p. 40-41, photo Anabell Guerrero, text Thachom Poyil Rajeevan Buy PRIVATE 40 by Thachom Poyil Rajeevan...
I walked the valley of shadow / touched faces / of fear with eager hands / eagle heart / your words / tasted deliciously tender…
I am to be born today. / But, yesterday / My star turned into a black hole / My tree erished my bird, my animal / All died out…
on someone else’s place / it seems to him the land / slings distance way out / the dirt is dead and / the sky seems twisted / the beat of the stones is wrong…
August is the worst / month to die. / People do not listen to / trivial whispers nor / to shooting guns. Too much tv, / too many home-made movies / in a webcam lifetime…
Mist and dew / no longer inhabit the dale. / Plumes of smoke are the reeds / in the miry oxbows. / And the snow-hearted boy / who ran above the sky / on feet of Favonius / and with locks of Sol…
This issue offers its readers a selection of photographs that touches onto the many facets of the environment. I would like to single out two amongst those that underline, I feel, the complexity of reporting on such a multi-faceted issue.
In the dark dawn glow / of a dying night / growing visible / a slight movement of a hand / gripping the image of a ram / dying under a lion’s claw
At night, it is like fire / spreading beneath us. / This vast city / aflame, and the plane / groaning. / The city is more beautiful / from the sky at night. / At noon, it looks like / a worn-out garage, / a thing in the middle…
My husband and I gather our remaining lives / the morning after. I snatch away memories / of childhood, adolescence, college, where my life / was a bittersweet of books, boys, my father’s…
The world a clayey pot / Africa-the food inside the pot / Nigeria the salt inside the food / let us protect the pot from collapse / let us make an hygiene food / and let not the salt go wasted…
