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November 21, 2006

because I love you, everything moves...

Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips. Our silences, our words. Light that goes, light that returns. A single smile between us. In quest of knowledge, I watched night create day, while we seemed unchanged. O beloved of all, beloved of one alone. Your mouth silently promised to be happy. Away, away, says hate, closer, closer, closer, says love. A caress leads us from our infancy. Increasingly, I see the human form as a lovers' dialogue. The heart has but one mouth. Everything by chance. All words without thought. Sentiments adrift. Men roam the city. A glance, a word. Because I love you, everything moves. We must advance to live. Aim straight ahead towards those you love. I went toward you. I went endlessly towards the light. If you smile, it enfolds me all the better. The rays of your arms pierce mist.

Paul Eluard

Posted by amin at 6:17 PM

November 19, 2006

plato is philosophy, and philosophy, plato

Plato is philosophy, and philosophy, Plato, -- at once the glory and the shame of mankind, since neither Saxon nor Roman have availed to add any idea to his categories. No wife, no children had he, and the thinkers of all civilized nations are his posterity and are tinged with his mind.

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson - Plato; Or The Philosopher

The Platonic idealist is the man by nature so wedded to perfection that he sees in everything not the reality but the faultless ideal which the reality misses and suggests...

-- George Santayana - Egotism In German Philosophy

Posted by amin at 11:31 PM

November 14, 2006

solitude has seven skins

Then there is the gruesome silence one hears all around one. Solitude has seven skins; nothing penetrates them anymore. One comes to men, one greets friends-more desolation. No eye offers a greeting. At best, a kind of revolt. Such revolts I experienced, very different in degree but from almost everybody who was close to me. It seems nothing offends more deeply than suddenly letting others feel a distance; those noble natures who do not know how to live without reverence are rare.


Posted by amin at 11:25 PM

November 5, 2006

instantaneous reaction to oneself

Above all, I know that life for a photographer cannot be a matter of indifference. Opinion often consists of a kind of criticism. But criticism can come out of love. It is important to see what is invisible to others. Perhaps the look of hope or the look of sadness. Also, it is always the instantaneous reaction to oneself that produces a photograph.

Robert Frank

Posted by amin at 3:53 PM

November 3, 2006

the cinema is the love

The cinema is the love, the meeting, the love of ourselves and of life, the love of ourselves on earth, it's a very evangelical matter, and it's not by chance that white screen is like a canvas...the screen as the linen of Veronica, the shroud that keeps the trace, the love, of the lived, of the world.

Jean-Luc Godard

Posted by amin at 5:03 PM

November 1, 2006

godard on music

Music expresses the spiritual, and it provides inspiration. When I'm blind music is my little Antigone; it helps to see the unbelievable. And what has always interested me is the fact that musicians have no need for the image although people involved with the images need music. I've always wanted to be able to pan or track during a war scene or love scene, in order to see the orchestra at the same time. And for music to take over at the moment when there is no more need to see the image. For music to express something else. What interests me is to see music-to try to see what one is hearing and to hear what one is seeing.

Jean-Luc Godard

Posted by amin at 3:58 PM