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Platform – Gujerat

Platform. Gujerat, India. 1995. Platinum-palladium print. 8x10 i

Platform. Gujerat, India. 1995. Platinum-palladium print. 8×10 inches

I read Andrei Platonov’s short novel ‘Dzhan‘ last Summer, almost a year ago, and it still haunts me. The story could be considered, rightly, as one about emancipation and survival (in much the same way as with the Book of Exodus). There is more in this story, and thus the haunting. As with Exodus, Dzhan also touches on the matter of self and community, on self and space, and ultimately I believe, on self and the sublime (I am inclined to substitute this last with ‘God’).

I am not going to write an essay about Dzhan (which means ‘soul’ in an archaic form of Turkish) – I have many learned and far more eloquent friends who may add to my ramble with comments below – but I do want to the above image to be considered as a visualization of the story.

Last night, my friend Mark Preslar (who teaches Russian Studies at Sewanee, and is himself a visionary and something of a polymath) and I were talking about the limits of existing, in this case when the mind is transferred to a synthetic body, and I began to consider the slightly alarming notion that god (not God) had something to do with these limits. Is it possible that our evolutionary trajectory favored (or made us more susceptible to) ‘belief’. Belief is, after all related to social behavior and many would argue that evolution of the human gene is biased towards social survival. Extrapolating from this possibility, it does not seem too far a reach to say that any consideration of ‘self’ (including the solipsistic attitudes) then leads one to believe in greater and greater magnitudes of order of which self is one part, ultimately arriving at God. Again, as with Dzhan, I don’t want to get wrangled up in this possibility per se (I know it is rough-cut and a logical wormhole). The more interesting matter is one of evolution. What if, in order to emancipate our selves from our spaces, we need to also relinquish this social/belief/god ‘gene’? What if it is the next evolutionary jump? And that is why Dzhan haunts me – I think the story is about a profound transformation that goes beyond being and doing good and evil, or abiding by the golden rule, or behaving ethically. That transformation may be about putting god in its place, somewhere in the genetic past, obsolete. As we do with ancestral shrines.

Books:

I scrambled for Dzhan after reading John Berger’s Afterword to this edition:
Soul: And Other Stories
Andrey Platonov (Author), Robert Chandler (Translator, Introduction), Olga Meerson (Translator), John Berger (Afterword)

An excellent version of Exodus, recommended to me by another friend and great teacher, David Gutterman, is The Five Books of Moses: A Translation with Commentary by Robert Alter

Shastraling Talau – Patan, India

Shastraling Talau, Patan

Shastraling Talav, Patan, India, 1995.
platinum-palladium print from 8×10 inch negative

This photograph was made at an incredibly peaceful and rarely visited ancient monument, Shastraling Talav, in Northern India. A large earthwork and watertank, dating from around the 11th C, it is believed to have been the site for hundreds of shrines to Shiva. I envisioned these shrines arranged along the steps, fading off into the sunrise, and so rudely interrupted by the large, inexplicable, concrete platform in the foreground. Only the monkeys were there, gazing up into a dark forest.

I cannot imagine a more apt instance than this of the collision between the beautiful and the sublime. Here, I align certainty, religion and beauty. I think it is significant that if Blake had known of Shiva, or even Burke, they may well have thought his attributes of Destroyer and Transformer as being well matched with their considerations of the Sublime.

Bang bang.

Object: a discussion of sex trafficking in Tennessee

 

Mr. Stress. Trench Town, Kingston, Jamaica. January , 2011

Mr. Stress. Trench Town, Kingston, Jamaica. January , 2011

[see more from this set]

A couple of Sewanee students, Lillie Belle Viebranz and Chalker Kansteiner, have organized a series of discussions and events about human trafficking. A matter of global concern, and the result of myriad factors, I really appreciate that they are choosing to focus on how trafficking manifests in our midst.

On Monday, April 22nd at 4PM, in the Mary Sue Cushman Room, a discussion,
‘Sewanee Stoplight: A Discussion of Human Trafficking and Its Effects In Tennessee’,
will be led by
Karen Karpinski – Community Educator and Trainer, End Slavery Tennessee;
Jerry Redman – Co-Executive Director, Second Life of Chattanooga and
Margie Quin – Assistant Special Agent in Charge, Tennessee Bureau of Investigation.
A survivor of sex-trafficking in Tennessee will tell her own story via video.

Intended to supplement the discussion, there wil be a display of photographs by Sewanee alumna Amy Johnson, who is currently working on a photo-documentary project about sex trafficking in Tennessee,  and Lillie Belle Viebranz. I will also be showing some of the above set – I have for some time been making photographs about violence and the objectification of our bodies: just two of many interrelated factors that condition this baser aspect of society.

Please join the discussion – it is free and open to all. Following the panel there will be a reception in the Living Room of the Women’s Center, The University of the South, Sewanee, TN.

Blake – Magic: Spiral

Magic: Spiral. Lynchburg, TN. 1989
Platinum-palladium print on Fabriano 5 from 8×10 negative

PRINCIPLE 1st

That the Poetic Genius is
the true Man. and that
the body or outward form
of Man is derived from the
Poetic Genius. Likewise
that the forms of all things
are derived from their
Genius. which by the
Ancients was call’d an
Angel & Spirit & Demon

PRINCIPLE 2d

As all men are alike in
outward form, So (and
with the same infinite
variety) all are alike in
the Poetic Genius

From ‘All Religions are One’ by William Blake, 1788

ifwerantheworld.com

Cindy Gallop’s wonderful project, if we ran the world – find out more about her thoughts on this and web privacy on the BBC ‘Viewpoint’ series.

 

 

from a note to Robin

My Mother, on her morning walk
July 7, 2011

I sent this image to my friend and fellow teacher/photographer, Robin Gillanders. We were going back and forth about cameras and lenses, but ultimately, all this dicussion boils down to what really matters. I hope Robin does not mind me sharing part of the correspondence:

“Dear Robin

hope I am not boring you with my photo-nurding…
but just by way of illustrating what I meant [this refers to the use of autofocus lenses]: took this yesterday morning while walking with my mom. I did not want to make her feel self-conscious or break the magic of that early morning walk and stillness, and what really was for her a bit of a morning ritual and meditation. I wanted her hair in focus, had but a split second to shoot, and my fingers guessed focus and exposure while I was moving the camera into position, not to my head but hovering a few inches behind here almost at arm’s length. I don’t think I could have worked that fast or accurately with an autofocus… but then, I know this lens well, have known it for over 10 years!
Acht, more than anything else, just want to share this pic of my mom, ’cause I know you miss yours.
with a small tear in my eye and a bubble in my heart, more convinced than ever about the rightness and value of what you and I do,
love
Pradip”

Flatland

I revisited Edwin A. Aboott’s amazing book, ‘Flatland: A romance of many dimensions‘  while thinking about identity and belief. The introductory note to the book, penned by the pseudonymous author, A. Square, reads:

To
The Inhabitants of SPACE IN GENERAL
And H. C. IN PARTICULAR
This Work is Dedicated
By a Humble Native of Flatland
In the Hope that
Even as he was Initiated into the Mysteries
Of THREE Dimensions
Having been previously conversant
With ONLY TWO
So the Citizens of that Celestial Region
May aspire yet higher and higher
To the Secrets of FOUR FIVE OR EVEN SIX Dimensions
Thereby contributing
To the Enlargement of THE IMAGINATION
And the possible Development
Of that most rare and excellent Gift of MODESTY
Among the Superior Races
Of SOLID HUMANITY

Charles Bukowski – Ow Ow Ow

Charles Bukowski, Ow Ow Ow

Ow Ow Ow by Charles Bukowski

-

Few have expressed more clearly
the dichotomy of creative being.
So we should let go, let go, let go
until that too becomes an art.

plastic plastic plastic

Coming back from Haiti, seeing the environmental effects of plastic, thinking about how little I know of where my plastic waste goes, knowing I discard at least one garbage bag full of plastic a week, I feel bad enough about plastic. This video makes me retch. Go to VBS TV for the rest of the show. [be patient with the ads - sorry]

C21 Flava

Cleanliness

Cleanliness… 
South Carolina. March 2009 

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