Thursday, November 29, 2007 @ 11:03 pm: pablo neruda
| I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’
The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.
Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.
What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.
That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me
The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.
Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.
By Pablo Neruda (1904 -1973) From - Twenty Poems of Love
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so come on, tell me.
Sunday, November 25, 2007 @ 10:19 pm: Songs For The Young At Heart
Puff, The Magic Dragon.. listen..
http://www.songsfortheyoungatheart.co.uk/
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1:36 am: PreVisualisation vs. Equipment vs. Technique vs. Emotions
Previsualization.
Liana's question "The importance conveyed by the emotions in an image?
Or the importance that the photographer could convey the emotion? The question sounds almost similar but read carefully again. I almost missed the point.
And then again, theres the means of delivery. Equipment and techniques, more important? Technique and equipment should be essential to carrying out any previsualised image. Without it, the previsualised "emotion" of the image could not be effectively conveyed to the viewer. Will get back to you again..
The fundamentals are important, just like a painter should understand his medium or technique prior to work. Techniques and visualization should be 2nd nature.
Khairi's deep deep words "(the) rules, ins & outs of q camera, exposures, overcoming difficulties, genres, methodologies and other tangible stuffs can be taught', but it is 'those intangible ones... like feel and vision, and art of it", which is subjective. He explained that the initial question was not about equipment nor techniques, but rather as he puts it 'what the photographer previsualises will be (either) his care for the picture or care for himself.' For example the difference when a person says, "I want my picture to show human suffering" vs. "I want to show human suffering."
Hence, there is no right or wrong answers to this whole complex debate. We spend an entire night discussing only to realize we are not not making much sense. In the end, it boils down to personal choices. But it was a valid point to ponder on when we go about our lives with our cameras. We previsualise, conceive, and develop images..
Whoever bothered reading this...
Well done.
11/12 of 2007 nearly gone. Whats left, make it exciting people..
so come on, tell me.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007 @ 11:53 pm: a letter to elise
oh elise it doesn't matter what you do
i know i'll never really get inside of you
to make your eyes catch fire
the way they should
the way the blue could pull me in
if they only would
if they only would
at least i'd lose this sense of sensing something else
that hides away
from me and you
there're worlds to part
with aching looks and breaking hearts
and all the prayers your hands can make
oh i just take as much as you can throw
and then throw it all away
oh i throw it all away
like throwing faces at the sky
like throwing arms round
yesterday
i stood and stared
wide-eyed in front of you
and the face i saw looked back
the way i wanted to
but i just can't hold my tears away
the way you do
elise believe i never wanted this
i thought this time i'd keep all of my promises
i thought you were the girl always dreamed about
but i let the dream go
and the promises broke
and the make-believe ran out.
and every time i try to pick it up
like falling sand
as fast as i pick it up
it suns away through my clutching hands
but there's nothing else i can really do
there's nothing else
i can really do
at all...
A Letter To Elise by The Cure (1993)
so come on, tell me.
Monday, November 19, 2007 @ 12:55 am: a is for andy
"An artist is somebody who produces things that people didn't need to have but that he thinks it would be a good idea to give."
Andy Warhol (1928-1987)
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12:45 am: lets see this night through!
'I did before and had my share
It didn't lead nowhere
I would go along with someone like you
It doesn't matter what you do
Who you were hanging with
We could stick around and see this night through
Usually when things has gone this far
People tend to disappear
No one will surprise me unless you do'Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John (2007)
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007 @ 12:38 am: wanderlust!
suddenly , most randomly, i got this strong urge to travel, and backpack (again)..
my camera and me, see new things, live life and live free..
anione interested in this most romantic endeavour and grand escapade?
so come on, tell me.
12:14 am:
workshop sessions are deadly. mentally and physically.. my wood tore and my acrylic is kinda deformed, cant seem to get it into the graceful curve tat i wanted it to be.. searchin for alternative solution.. assessment next week, now pretty hectic. but somehow, i enjoi the adrenaline rush hoho..
todae's lesson was my class's last lesson together as a class. after tat, would be the assessments and we would all be headin to our respective disciplines alreadi. fine art to fine art, vc to vc, mm to mm and so on so forth. i like my class quite alot, very pleasant and frenly bunch of chummies. got a certain camaraderie quite hard to describe. all the best to all effeys for assessments and beyond!
so come on, tell me.
Saturday, November 10, 2007 @ 2:12 am: moonstruck reverie..
to stargaze, to long , to thirst, to sublimate, to visualize, to conceive, to idealize, to envisage, to devise, to drown in moonstruck reverie, to sigh..
assesements approaching, so many things to do, so many things to wonder about, so many things to lose. late night conversations till wee hours of the morning, work and jobs on and off, searching for the elusive personal creative vision, piling paperwork and looming deadlines, fretting about life's complexities and pondering human mysteries. im not tired, im not stressed and i aint no wrung out rug. what people say or do, it may or may not be true, nevermind and neverwhere. deep down in their hearts theres a reason and i respect that even if its not the brightest thing to do. nevermind the bollocks i say, the race is on..
so come on, tell me.
1:47 am: a song..
never say it's over
never say the end
anytime you stop just start again
never say give up
never say give in
you always have to fight to win
however much it hurts
however much it takes
believe and all your dreams will all come true
however hard it gets
however much it aches
always believe in me
as i believe in you
Dredd Song by The Cure (1995)
so come on, tell me.
