OT ~ Welcome to Saturday!
Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
The Docks at Daybreak,1964
From my bedroom window I could see the lights from the docks and hear the foghorns. If the wind was in the right direction, you could smell the river. At night I would go to sleep dreaming of sea adventures’ ~ John Claridge
Good morning good people,
An unusually inventive instance of digital art, A Brief History of Almost Everything in Five Minutes is a sped-up excerpt from the hour-long multichannel video installation Deep Meditations. The London-based, Turkish-born visual artist Memo Akten created the piece by entering broad and abstract search terms such as ‘everything’, ‘life’, ‘love’, ‘art’, ‘god’ and ‘nature’ into the popular photo-sharing website Flickr. He then filtered the dataset through a deep-neural network, which used the inputs to summon what it understood to be visual expressions of these subjective human concepts, resulting in otherworldly and uncanny evolving images. The visuals were then paired with audio generated by another algorithm that absorbed the sounds of spiritual rituals from across the world. According to Akten, the piece ‘is intended for both introspection and self-reflection, as a mirror to ourselves, our own mind and how we make sense of what we see; and also as a window into the mind of the machine, as it tries to make sense of its observations and memories’. Video ~ Memo Akten
The Stairway. 1963 ~ John Claridge
The moon isn’t looking for solutions.
She’s grown accustomed
to partialities,
that accretion
of absence, her black scarves
plucked from the top hat
one by one.
Then a miraculous
cumulus, removeless
completion.
Stoic mathematician,
efficient wizard,
reveal your secrets.
A lover
is going, some lover is always
going. Such curious
quadratics that
will not leave me whole.
~ Karen Volkman, Equations
Have a great weekend, especially mothers of c99.
Comments
Photo of fishes by Hans Gert
Yellowbanded sweetlips (Plectorhinchus lineatus) and oriental sweetlips (Plectorhinchus vittatus) swimming over coral reef in Bali, Indonesia.
Good morning Smiley!
What a wonderfully thought provoking Open Thread! As I ponder Atken's project I am reminded that the beauty of art is that it is subjective. Imagine what "art" would look like if we all saw life in the same way? Impossible. Art is a reflection our humanity. Creativity and imagination is what makes us human and sepatates us, through evolution, from animals. The subject fascinates me as does the individual interpretation of art, because Atken's piece made me think about what images I would use to represent "everything". And I love that.
Also, Claridge's "Docks at Daybreak" was simply lovely. Made me think about a bike trip I took years ago in Maine:
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend, and thanks for hosting Saturday's OT!
There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~ Minnie Aumonier
Beautiful Maine; morning, Anja,
"Researchers have demonstrated with functional magnetic resonance imaging that reciting poetry engages the primary reward circuitry in the brain, called the mesolimbic pathway. So does music—but, the researchers found, poetry elicited a unique response.1 While the mechanism is unclear, it’s been suggested that poetic, musical, and other nonpharmacologic adjuvant therapies can reduce pain and the use and dosage of opioids.2"http://nautil.us/issue/64/the-unseen/how-doctors-use-poetry
Art is inevitable in this universe; fortunate to have grown up in formative years when The NEA made a difference; gifting directly to artists and producing organizations. Sure wish any 'New Deal' includes a WPA style program for the arts, our culture is in need.
Socially we are in a 'camp period' and i used to understand what that means relative to the obvious swings through the centuries between classicism and romanticism and so on; but, most of that earth mother, sky father information atrophied with age. But i'll venture to say, 'camp period' means that art from the roots, the creative spirit sits waiting as mainstream designers produce shazam, sensational pieces across most mediums.
Glad you enjoyed and have a wonderful day.
How doctors use poetry
Marvelous. Prompts me to ask who your favorite poets are?
There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~ Minnie Aumonier
Hum, no particular ones,
still love Ginsberg from my youth: Favorite novelists however, Jack London, Thomas Wolfe and Tolkien.
Yours?
PS: Get most poetry selections for here reading the Paris Review.
Favorite Poets
When I was in school, I read a lot of Frost, Wordsworth, and Keats. Ode to a Nightingale is still one of my favorite poems.
A more contemporary poet I like to read is Jane Hirshfield. Her style reminds me of Kawabata's prose. Understated yet beautiful in its quietness. She likes to take the mundane and give it meaning, almost as if she were intent on creating a still life with her words.
The Heart's Counting Knows Only One by Jane Hirshfield
In Sung China,
two monks friends for sixty years
watched the geese pass.
Where are they going?
one tested the other, who couldn't say.
That moment's silence continues.
No one will study their friendship
in the koan-books of insight.
No one will remember their names.
I think of them sometimes,
standing, perplexed by sadness,
goose-down sewn into their quilted autumn robes.
Almost swallowed by the vastness of the mountains,
but not yet.
As the barely audible
geese are not yet swallowed;
as even we, my love, will not entirely be lost.
There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~ Minnie Aumonier
Beautiful, thank you.
Students graduating today; village is crowded, it's lightly raining, good day to read.
Good morning
Fishing? I know it is warm somewhere. This is the longest Michigan winter in a long, long time. It came in early and hard in middle October, and northern lower had freeze warnings last night. Middle of May, and it is freezing at night. So sick and tired of the cold. I feel like we're living in Winterfell and the Long Night has come. I just wish I had Stanza's beautiful coat.
"Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon
Feel ya, dk; winter hangs on long up high as
well; but broke through about two weeks ago.
We can dream of here:
Enjoy tomorrow, dk; Spring is close by ...
Afternoon all...
Birds singing. Peace.
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Evening, magi, heard a chorus this morning
on a short walk just before sunrise. Thank you for these singing jewels, so peaceful.
Tranquil coral scene:
Enjoy tonight and tomorrow.
Thank you smiley,
especially for the introduction to photographer John Claridge. I looked at more of his images and came across this portrait of Chet Baker, which is so reflective of his music …
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2016/aug/17/john-claridges-best...
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Good read; thanks janis,
"Everyone sees different things – Tarkovsky once said if you have one book and a thousand people read it, you have a thousand books. I can’t intellectualise why I take pictures. I’m still trying to get it right, but if I knew what “right” was, I’d stop." Claridge
Great Baker piece, too.
Have a wonderful weekend smiley,
and thanks for the happy mother's day wish. I'll FaceTime with my daughter when she awakes in another part of the world.