Since then, I have dreamed of stepping into James Baldwin’s inner sanctum, tip-toeing into his writing spaces, contemplating in his thinking spaces how the world he died striving to save from itself still holds on to its ominous fear of the other.
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Clarence H. White.
Girl with Mirror.
1912.
‘He was a great teacher, and I can still occasionally think "I wish he were around. I'd like to show him this. Isn't that odd, that that stays with you?"’
Dorothea Lange.
Andrew Wyeth.
Winter.
1946.
This is the first painting Wyeth made after the death of his father, the illustrator N. C. Wyeth, in a car accident just over this same hill.
The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
The Choice.
By W.B. Yeats.
Priest and Allan adeptly convey the unheimlich nature of the Ballardverse, and are alert to the symbols – the empty swimming pools, the polished surfaces – that are immediately recognisable as Ballardian.
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Marianne von Werefkin.
1860 – 1938.
Untitled.
Muhsin Kut.
Cafe Rotonde.
1975.
“Today I still think it is amazing that for about the price of a pint, you can stand up close and watch Yunchan Lim or Martha Argerich, see the Graceland Prom, or bring your children to see classical music for the first time.”
Long may it continue.
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The claw
Of the magnolia,
Drunk on its own scents,
Asks nothing of life.
Sylvia Plath.
Dave Heath.
New York City.
1962.
Robert Adams.
Colorado Springs,
Colorado.
1968.
The people in it yearn and reach; they make mistakes, too – some of them terrible. But all the while, somehow, you feel – you hope – they might find a way through.
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Dan Graham
View Interior, New Highway Restaurant, Jersey City, N.J.
1967.
"To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight."
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Indeed Mhairi.
Every picture does tell a story.
Jim Goldberg.
Rich and Poor.
1985.
He continued to restlessly push himself and his work to reinvent the documentary form.
"I have spent time reflecting on my boyhood in New Haven, and why I felt compelled to make Rich and Poor in the first place".
The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.
Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night.
Regardless of his life and politics, Journey to the End of the Night blew me away back in those dark days.
When I got to the street, I walked boldly. But I was always accompanied by an agonizing thought: the fear that honest people may be thieves who have chosen a cleverer and safer way of stealing.
Jean Genet.
Miracle of the Rose.
Genet, a revelation to me in my youth.
Films I loved to teach #6.
This Is England.
2006.
Directed by Shane Meadows.
To say that the mood in the classroom after the screening and subsequent lessons was electric is an understatement.
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A lovely day in the garden.
Good for the soul.
Thank you Andrew, you are so very kind…😊
Sydney Australia.
Always becoming, never arriving. Life is at a standstill - only ideas flash past. In such confusion I find myself running after them: Hey! Stop! Stop! But they escape, leaving me staring at a grey English spring.
Derek Jarman, Modern Nature.
Rita Kernn-Larsen.
Self-Portrait (Know Thyself).
1937.
Wilfrid Wood.
His unapologetic and expressive portraits.
Emmet Gowin.
American family.
The photographer has said, of his images of his wife Edith’s extended clan, “I wanted to pay attention to the body and personality that had agreed out of love to reveal itself.”
Emil Gataullin.
Russian.
The images are a reflection of Gataullin’s life, beginning with his childhood in a small town beyond Moscow where he spent almost all his holidays with his grandmother and his uncle.
I have posted about so many films across the years.
Always hovering there in my conscious mind, and also embedded in my subconscious is Hour of the Wolf.
I can’t escape its presence.
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Films I loved to teach #5.
Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans.
1927.
F. W. Murnau.
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My film course was two years of studying contemporary and historical film. I began with City of God and La Haine and moved backwards to silent film.
Sunrise delighted everyone.
Charles Webster Hawthorne.
Three Women of Provincetown.
1924.