Monthly Archives: January 2017

20×20 vision, a Pecha Kucha evening !

Postcard from London735

I told my children the other day I was due to be spouting forth to an audience about some of my photographs I’ve made over the last 30 odd years, which was greeted  with familial encouragement of “what do you know about anything”, “you.. have they ever met you ?”and “you’ll be rubbish” My dear daughter did come up with as  “it’s nice to be asked though”. So with this substantial vote of confidence behind me I’ll be rattling on for 20 seconds a piece about 20 of my photographs on the 25th January at a Pecha Kucha event in Brighton. I do need to sit down this weekend and think about what I’m going to say as currently I’ve given it very little thought, I’m naively thinking I’ll be able to ad lib it for the six (very) odd minutes that I’m required for.

The theme for the night is re, re , re, which was originally suggested to be recycling, regeneration, and reinvention, I’ve gone a bit off piste and opted for  revolution, rebellion, and referendum which will probably sound like some ill informed, pissed up bloke having a rant in a pub,… not far from the truth really.

 

Song of childhood

Barney in a tree042

My son Barney in a tree…

Song of Childhood – Peter Handke

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.

Seagulls flying high

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Well well, how good to see Brighton and Hove Albion at the top of the Championship table after the heartbreak of last season. The forthcoming match against Newcastle at the end of the month should seal it if the Seagulls win,.. shame it’s impossible to buy a ticket, hopefully one of our season ticket holding friends will break a leg and offer it to us !