Don Boyd
11-Feb-2007, 09:50
One of the things that has attracted me to large format photography is that it seems to attract a disproportionately large number of philosophers and seekers. (It is O.K. to admit it here, we are all in on the secret.) Folks on this forum seem to always be trying to answer the question, "What is the meaning of life?", or, "What is the experience of life as told by my fumbling with film or sensor."
So, as I contemplate beginning a photographic book project on, The Landscape of Place and Being, I thought I would enlist the help of all you other thinkers, readers, meditators and Walt Whitman loafers. You can assist me by sharing any quotes, or short reflections, yours or others, that might accompany such images in a book. My current thinking is that the text accompanying the images will not be there to explain the images, but to join with them synergistically, each bringing more texture and depth to the other. Something along the lines that John Daido Loori did in, Making Love with Light.
It would assist me greatly if you would cite the author and, if possible, the source. If you share something of your own, I will attempt to contact you at the email address on line for this forum for explicit permission and citation information before publishing. If you would like to send me contact information off-line, that would be even better. Like most of you, I have a day job to support this glorious obsession and therefore consider this a long term project.
So, feel free to help by adding to this thread. As a catalyst, here are a few that I have already collected. Some may be too lengthy to use entirely, but you never know . . .
William James,
"Man’s chief difference from the brutes lies in the exuberant excess of his subjective propensities. His preeminence over them is simply and solely in the number and in the fantastic and unnecessary character of his wants – physical, moral, esthetic and intellectual. Had his whole life not been a quest for the superfluous, he would never have established himself so inexpungably in the necessary. And from the consciousness of this, he should draw the lesson that his wants are to be trusted. That even when their gratification seems farthest off, the uneasiness they occasion is still the best guide of his life, and will lead him to issues entirely beyond his present powers of reckoning. Prime down his extravagance, sober him – and you undo him."
This classic by John Barrett Browning,
"But a man's reach should exceed his grasp/Else what's a heaven for?"
This one is from forum member Tim Atherton's wonderful blog, http://photo-muse.blogspot.com/. (I apologize for its length but when I first read it, I felt like I was walking through the Bosque with Fernando behind me, whispering. I just couldn't see what to leave out from Tim's selections of Pessoa's work)
Fernando Pessoa
extracts from: "The Keeper of Sheep" and other writings by Fernando Pessoa
When I look, I see clear as a sunflower.
I'm always walking the roads
Looking right and left,
And sometimes looking behind . . .
And what I see every second
Is something I've never seen before,
And I know how to do this very well . . .
I know how to have the essential astonishment
That a child would have if it could really see
It was being born when it was being born . . .
I feel myself being born in each moment,
In the eternal newness of the world . . .
I believe in the world like I believe in a marigold,
Because I see it. But I don't think about it
Because to think is to not understand . . .
The world wasn't made for us to think about
(To think is to be sick in the eyes)
But for us to see and agree with . . .
I don't have a philosophy: I have senses . . .
If I talk about Nature, it's not because I know what it is,
But because I love it, and that's why I love it,
Because when you love you never know what you love,
Or why you love, or what love is . . .
Loving is eternal innocence,
And the only innocence is not thinking . . .
~
If I could crush the whole earth
And be able to feel its taste,
Happier in a moment I'd be.
But every now and again we need to be unhappy
So we can be natural...
Not everything is sunny days,
And rain, when long overdue, is much needed.
For this reason I take unhappiness with happiness,
Naturally, like one who is not surprised to find
Mountains and planes
Rock cliffs and grass...
What is needed is to be able to be natural and calm
Both in happiness and unhappiness,
To feel like one looks,
To think like one walks,
And when the time to die comes,
To remember that the day also dies,
And that the sunset is beautiful
And beautiful is the night that stays behind...
That is how it is and shall be...
~
The startling reality of things
Is my discovery every single day.
Every thing is what it is,
And it's hard to explain to anyone
how much this delights me
And suffices me.
To be whole, it is enough
simply to exist
So, as I contemplate beginning a photographic book project on, The Landscape of Place and Being, I thought I would enlist the help of all you other thinkers, readers, meditators and Walt Whitman loafers. You can assist me by sharing any quotes, or short reflections, yours or others, that might accompany such images in a book. My current thinking is that the text accompanying the images will not be there to explain the images, but to join with them synergistically, each bringing more texture and depth to the other. Something along the lines that John Daido Loori did in, Making Love with Light.
It would assist me greatly if you would cite the author and, if possible, the source. If you share something of your own, I will attempt to contact you at the email address on line for this forum for explicit permission and citation information before publishing. If you would like to send me contact information off-line, that would be even better. Like most of you, I have a day job to support this glorious obsession and therefore consider this a long term project.
So, feel free to help by adding to this thread. As a catalyst, here are a few that I have already collected. Some may be too lengthy to use entirely, but you never know . . .
William James,
"Man’s chief difference from the brutes lies in the exuberant excess of his subjective propensities. His preeminence over them is simply and solely in the number and in the fantastic and unnecessary character of his wants – physical, moral, esthetic and intellectual. Had his whole life not been a quest for the superfluous, he would never have established himself so inexpungably in the necessary. And from the consciousness of this, he should draw the lesson that his wants are to be trusted. That even when their gratification seems farthest off, the uneasiness they occasion is still the best guide of his life, and will lead him to issues entirely beyond his present powers of reckoning. Prime down his extravagance, sober him – and you undo him."
This classic by John Barrett Browning,
"But a man's reach should exceed his grasp/Else what's a heaven for?"
This one is from forum member Tim Atherton's wonderful blog, http://photo-muse.blogspot.com/. (I apologize for its length but when I first read it, I felt like I was walking through the Bosque with Fernando behind me, whispering. I just couldn't see what to leave out from Tim's selections of Pessoa's work)
Fernando Pessoa
extracts from: "The Keeper of Sheep" and other writings by Fernando Pessoa
When I look, I see clear as a sunflower.
I'm always walking the roads
Looking right and left,
And sometimes looking behind . . .
And what I see every second
Is something I've never seen before,
And I know how to do this very well . . .
I know how to have the essential astonishment
That a child would have if it could really see
It was being born when it was being born . . .
I feel myself being born in each moment,
In the eternal newness of the world . . .
I believe in the world like I believe in a marigold,
Because I see it. But I don't think about it
Because to think is to not understand . . .
The world wasn't made for us to think about
(To think is to be sick in the eyes)
But for us to see and agree with . . .
I don't have a philosophy: I have senses . . .
If I talk about Nature, it's not because I know what it is,
But because I love it, and that's why I love it,
Because when you love you never know what you love,
Or why you love, or what love is . . .
Loving is eternal innocence,
And the only innocence is not thinking . . .
~
If I could crush the whole earth
And be able to feel its taste,
Happier in a moment I'd be.
But every now and again we need to be unhappy
So we can be natural...
Not everything is sunny days,
And rain, when long overdue, is much needed.
For this reason I take unhappiness with happiness,
Naturally, like one who is not surprised to find
Mountains and planes
Rock cliffs and grass...
What is needed is to be able to be natural and calm
Both in happiness and unhappiness,
To feel like one looks,
To think like one walks,
And when the time to die comes,
To remember that the day also dies,
And that the sunset is beautiful
And beautiful is the night that stays behind...
That is how it is and shall be...
~
The startling reality of things
Is my discovery every single day.
Every thing is what it is,
And it's hard to explain to anyone
how much this delights me
And suffices me.
To be whole, it is enough
simply to exist