Black & White - Sunday Favorites

Robert Adams, Colorado Springs, 1968

Things with Wings

Polaroid by Andrej Tarkovski

Sunday Video

 

The official video for the recorded version of “This Too Shall Pass” from the album “Of the Blue Colour of the Sky”. Directed by James Frost, OK Go and Syyn Labs.

I so love this tricky handmade stuff by people with the extra amount of passion, creativity and especially an obsession for every tiny little detail. Here is an interesting article about the concept and the work they put into it.

watch the video below

Time Lapse - Rising Moon

Thou art hidden from mine eye.
Yet my sadness thou well knowest ...

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Borges, El Aleph (Quote)

On the thirtieth of April, 1941, along with the sugared cake I allowed myself to add a bottle of Argentine cognac. Carlos Argentino tasted it, pronounced it "interesting," and, after a few drinks, launched into a glorification of modern man.

"I view him," he said with a certain unaccountable excitement, "in his inner sanctum, as though in his castle tower, supplied with telephones, telegraphs, phonographs, wireless sets, motion-picture screens, slide projectors, glossaries, timetables, handbooks, bulletins..."
He remarked that for a man so equipped, actual travel was superfluous. Our twentieth century had inverted the story of Mohammed and the mountain; nowadays, the mountain came to the modern Mohammed.

So foolish did his ideas seem to me, so pompous and so drawn out his exposition, that I linked them at once to literature and asked him why he didn't write them down. As might be foreseen, he answered that he had already done so -- that these ideas, and others no less striking, had found their place in the Proem, or Augural Canto, or, more simply, the Prologue Canto of the poem on which he had been working for many years now, alone, without publicity, with fanfare, supported only by those twin staffs universally known as work and solitude. First, he said, he opened the floodgates of his fancy; then, taking up hand tools, he resorted to the file. The poem was entitled The Earth; it consisted of a description of the planet, and, of course, lacked no amount of picturesque digressions and bold apostrophes.
I asked him to read me a passage, if only a short one. He opened a drawer of his writing table, drew out a thick stack of papers -- sheets of a large pad imprinted with the letterhead of the Juan Crisóstomo Lafinur Library -- and, with ringing satisfaction, declaimed:
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Mine eyes, as did the Greek's, have known men's towns and fame,
The works, the days in light that fades to amber;
I do not change a fact or falsify a name --
The voyage I set down is... autour de ma chambre.
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from: Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph (El Aleph, 1945)