See how things all come alive-
By death! Alive!
Speaks true who speaks shadow."
Paul Celan, Threshold to Threshold, 1955
“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience.
It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance.
Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati.
It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.”
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves, 2000
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth;
...Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost."
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne, 1907
"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way....
As a man is, so he sees."
William Blake, Letter to Reverend John Trusler, 23 August 1799
"dead calm, then a murmur, a name, a murmured name . . .”
"I think perfection is ugly.
Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion."
Pairs of images made at every lock passed on the grand union canal heading south from Berkhamsted
"... and from each issued the faint phosphoric radiance of decay"
Edgar Allan Poe
An exposure every 10 minutes along the course of a river / 480 minutes / 48 exposures
"What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing."
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea, 1966
"A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.
If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning."
Hermann Hesse, Wandering, 1920
'Monotony has nothing to do with a place;
monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person.
There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.'
G. K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, 1911
“It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.”
Publius Ovidius Naso, The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters, AD13
of the land,
to draw breath,
as breath left,
"Earth laughs in flowers"
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Hamatreya, 1846
“Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it,
we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.”
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes, 1962
“We observe few objects really closely. As we walk on the earth, we observe the external events at two or three arms' lengths. If we ride a horse or drive in an automobile, we are further separated from the immediate surround. We see and photograph "scenery"; our vast world is inadequately described as the "landscape." The most intimate object perceived daily is usually the printed page. The small and commonplace are rarely explored.”
Ansel Adams, Examples: The Making of 40 Photographs, 1983
“Tiny details imperceptible to us decide everything!”
Winfried Georg Sebald, Vertigo, 1990
‘Before it can ever be a repose for the senses, landscape is the work of the mind.
Its scenery is built up as much from strata of memory as from layers of rock.’
Simon Schama, Landscape and Memory, 1995