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Saturday, 11 February 2017

Tom Raworth (1938-2017)

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Lewes | by raworth

Lewes: photo by raworth, 31 May 2016

Venice, Castello | by raworth

Me. Venice, Castello.: photo by raworth, 29 November 2016


 


Grays: image via raworth notes, 30 June 2016

for fear of reticle

we get the news
top facts
tell everything
ask the screen
who owns the machine
in weave
parts of an event
what trumpery 'tis
coral hides its blush
breaking news:
what is the future
of the universe?
the universe is crowded
with black holes
most distant oxygen
observed
darkness trickles in
we get the news


Anselm and Jane, Brighton | by raworth

With Anselm Hollo, Brighton: photo by raworth, 28 March 2012


Ken's Funeral | by raworth

Ken's Funeral. Barham Crematorium.: photo by raworth, 8 July 2016
 
Shadows

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Black on Grey), 1970 | by ekenitr

Untitled (Black on Gray): Mark Rothko (1903-1970), 1970: photo by ekenitr, 1 March 2015
 

once upon a time is no more
in the dark each page
seems written upon
light dawns
a high ceiling is not wasted space


Tom Raworth: Shadows, from Collected Poems, 2003
 

"Expired" expired film: Image made with expired film ("a roll of a roll of Kodak Plus-X 127 film, expired October 1953, shot through a Brownie Holiday at Zion National Park"): photo by Moominsean via moominstuff, 5 September 2006


"Expired" expired film: Image made with expired film ("a roll of a roll of Kodak Plus-X 127 film, expired October 1953, shot through a Brownie Holiday at Zion National Park"): photo by Moominsean via moominstuff, 5 September 2006

 
"Expired" expired film: Image made with expired film ("a roll of a roll of Kodak Plus-X 127 film, expired October 1953, shot through a Brownie Holiday at Zion National Park"): photo by Moominsean via moominstuff, 5 September 2006

a high ceiling is not wasted space 


Mark Rothko, Untitled (Black on Grey), 1970 | by ekenitr

Untitled (Black on Gray): Mark Rothko (1903-1970), 1970, oil on canvas: photo by ekenitr, 1 March 2015


Celestograph I (The Full Moon): photo by August Strindberg, 1893-94 (Manuscript collections, National Library of Sweden)

“I have worked like a devil and have traced the movements of the moon and the real appearance of the firmament on a laid-out photographic plate, independent from our misleading eye. I have done this without a camera and without a lens. [...] The photographic plate showed an area full of moons. Certainly, every spot on the photographic plate reflects a moon. The camera misleads as the eye does and the tube hoaxes the astronomers!”

-- August Strindberg: from a letter to Bengt Lidforss, a physiologist, 26 December 1893, quoted in Katharina Steidl: Traces of/by nature: August Strindberg's photographic experiments of the 1890s (2010)

The celestographs or coelestographs are photos of the sky taken without camera or lens. The plates were directly exposed to the night sky for some time and then developed. The plates are now lost and only prints remain. August Strindberg thought he had captured the stars, so he called the photos celestographs.

The series was taken during the winter of 1893-1894 in Dornach in Austria where Strindberg was staying with his wife Frida Uhl.

Strindberg distrusted lenses and thought they gave a distorted rendering of reality. The celestographs were therefore an attempt to produce a more objective view of stars and planets. He sent the prints to the French Astronomical Society, where they were discussed.

-- National Library of Sweden



 Celestograph IV: The Sun: photo by August Strindberg, 1893-94 (Manuscript collections, National Library of Sweden)

 


Celestograph VI: Starry Sky: photo by August Strindberg, 1893-94 (Manuscript collections, National Library of Sweden)

 

Celestograph VII: Stars: photo by August Strindberg, 1893-94 (Manuscript collections, National Library of Sweden)



Celestograph VIII: Stars. Region of Orion: photo by August Strindberg, 1893-94 (Manuscript collections, National Library of Sweden) 


Red Shift, a movie (for TR)


At the museum - Mark Rothko | by catheadsix

No. 14: Mark Rothko (1903-1970), 1960, oil on canvas: photo by Catherine, 21 October 2008

Mark Rothko (1903,Dvinsk - 1970,New York), Untitled [Black, Red over Black on Red], det-1964 | by michellecourteau

Untitled (Black, Red over Black) (detail): Mark Rothko (1903-1970), 1970, oil on canvas (Gemeente Museum, Den Haag): photo by Michelle @c, 3 January 2013

Parting shot from the #RockyFire. Headed back to SJSU.: image via SJSU FireWeatherLab @FireWeatherLab, 30 July 2015


Mark Rothko (1903,Dvinsk - 1970,New York), Untitled [Black, Red over Black on Red], det-1964 | by michellecourteau

Untitled (Black, Red over Black), (detail): Mark Rothko (1903-1970), 1970, oil on canvas (Gemeente Museum, Den Haag): photo by Michelle @c, 3 January 2013


"Expired" expired film: Image

burned out word exhausted

word: burned out Word film image

expired Exhausted word: film


Five get high in Hove | by Tabellion

Tom and Val Raworth, Hove, 13 July 2015: photo by Tabellion via raworth notes, 15 July 2015

light dawns

a goosepimple line

Moving seamlessly from Rothko to Zion National Park to Strindberg to Rothko to the best British poet in God knows how long.

Duncan Jones, Birmingham, 31 July 2015

6 comments:

Simonp@pipeline.com said...

Beautiful picture of Tom and Anselm, Tom - two men who changed my life
Simon

stunning portfolio (as ever)

TC said...

Thanks very much, Simon.

Our mutual friend and friends he was and they were, for certain.

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kent said...

TC, I know he has meant so much to you and so many others. I'll just take my place in the virtual second line and march his memory to glory listening to this band of giants you've assembled. Be well. k

Lally said...

what simon said only double, two beautiful persons and unique poets...the trend (of loss) continues...

Wooden Boy said...

One less voice that matters.

TC said...

Many thanks friends. Difficult to ever know what to say, any more, about the few (ok, too many) things that still do matter. TR a lovely friend for a very long time, going well back into the deepest sixties, comes to mind as I say that the image of a roundabout in Welwyn Garden City, the interchange where I more than once stood and waited mid-hitchhiking junket to visit the Rs in Barnet, where they then resided with teeming brood... T still toiling as night operator on transatlantic phone line in those days as I recall... remaining despite all now among those who merely stand or attempt to stand/bend and wait, while and so wishing to remain well back in the line... let my death come from Spayn quoth Francis Bacon (the earlier one)... he meant by the slow route (post horses)... but doth not the swift also have summat to recommend it... I esk ya.