Friday, July 28, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Happy Ending
After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies - those
they had willingly displayed - but a frail
endeavour to apologise.
Later, though, drawn together by
a distaste for such 'untidy ends'
they agreed to meet again; whereupon
they giggled, reminisced, held hands
as though what they had made was love -
and not that happier outcome- friends.
Fleur Adcock
Artist/Marc Chagall
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies - those
they had willingly displayed - but a frail
endeavour to apologise.
Later, though, drawn together by
a distaste for such 'untidy ends'
they agreed to meet again; whereupon
they giggled, reminisced, held hands
as though what they had made was love -
and not that happier outcome- friends.
Fleur Adcock
Artist/Marc Chagall
Saturday, July 15, 2006
My Architect: A son's journey
Louis Kahn, one of the 20th Century's most influential architects, died in 1974. Alone. In a railway station restroom. He remained unidentified for three days. He left behind a wife, two mistresses and three children. Twenty years later, his son, Nathaniel Kahn, haunted by the obscurity surrounding his father('s death), embarks on a personal journey to discover as much as he can about the man he knew to be his father despite the shadowiness of his knowledge about him. My Architect (2003), is the documentary film about Nathaniel's search for answers. It is a remarkable film. More than a biographical piece, it explores, albeit implicitly, the relationship between the design and the designer. The film is an immensely compelling and moving journey into human complexity, art and identity. I cannot recommend it highly enough.
Photograph/Nathaniel and Louis Kahn
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Has always been
What was has always been.
What is has aways been.
And what will be has always been.
Photograph/Liz March
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
From last night's glass
vinaceous: having the colour of red wine
and while the coffee sploshed
aloft with spurtling sound
from last night's glass he washed
the dried vinaceous ground
Tyl von Randow, ever the inimitable wordsmith
Wine/Goldwater Estate, Waiheke Island NZ