Mai Khao Beach. [Phuket, Thailand]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 4 January 2017
Mai Khao Beach. [Phuket, Thailand]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 4 January 2017
Mai Khao Beach. [Phuket, Thailand]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 4 January 2017
DSCF9043-02: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 October 2016
DSCF9043-02: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 October 2016
DSCF9043-02: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 October 2016
The little girls on the street: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 10 April 2016
The little girls on the street: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 10 April 2016
The little girls on the street: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 10 April 2016
Hanoi 1.2017: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 25 January 2017
Hanoi 1.2017: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 25 January 2017
Hanoi 1.2017: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 25 January 2017
20170110_162237-01: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 10 January 2017
20170110_162237-01: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 10 January 2017
20170110_162237-01: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 10 January 2017
[Untitled, Hanoi]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 November 2016
[Untitled, Hanoi]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 November 2016
[Untitled, Hanoi]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 November 2016
Hanoi 2016: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 November 2016
Hanoi 2016: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 November 2016
Hanoi 2016: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 November 2016
[Untitled]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 9 November 2016
[Untitled]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 9 November 2016
[Untitled]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 9 November 2016
PC 270255: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 27 December 2016
PC 270255: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 27 December 2016
PC 270255: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 27 December 2016
Hanoi. 2-2017: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 19 February 2017
Hanoi. 2-2017: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 19 February 2017
Hanoi. 2-2017: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 19 February 2017
[Untitled]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 30 May 2016
[Untitled]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 30 May 2016
[Untitled]: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 30 May 2016
"I saw a man killed this morning..."
What are you doing?
Stop it! Stop it!
Give me those. You can't
photograph people like that.
Who says I can't?
I'm only doing my job.
Some people are bullfighters...
...some people are politicians.
I'm a photographer.
This is a public place. Everyone has
the right to be left in peace.
It's not my fault if there's no peace.
You know, most girls would pay me
to photograph them.
I'll pay you.
I overcharge.
.
Ron?
Something fantastic's happened.
Those photographs
in the park, fantastic!
Somebody was trying to kill
somebody else.
I saved his life.
Listen, Ron, there was a girl.
Ron, will you listen?
What makes it so fantastic--
Look, hang on, will you, Ron?
There's somebody at the door.
.
I saw a man killed this morning.
Where?
Shot.
In some sort of park.
Are you sure?
He's still there.
Who was he?
Someone.
How did it happen?
I don't know, I didn't see.
You didn't see.
No.
Shouldn't you call the police?
That's the body.
Looks like one of Bill's paintings.
Yes.
Will you help me?
I don't know what to do.
What is it?
I wonder why they shot him.
I didn't ask.
Hello, Ron?
Oh, hello, love. Is Ron there?
No, I just wanted to take
him somewhere. Where is he?
Okay, I'll fetch him there.
Bye-bye, love.
Give them the song again.
Ron.
Give me a minute, will you?
Ron.
Someone's been killed.
Now, would you--?
Okay.
Okay.
Listen.
Those pictures I took in the park--
I thought you were supposed
to be in Paris.
I am in Paris.
Here. Have a drag.
I want you to see the corpse.
We've got to get a shot of it.
I'm not a photographer.
I am.
What's the matter with him?
What did you see in that park?
Nothing.
Ron.
Michelangelo Antonioni / Tonino Guerra: Blow-Up (1966), movie script
We're Here -- Balloon Beluga: photo by harpazo_hope, 16 March 2014
I wonder how many drunks have urinated where I dropped my remote.: photo by harpazo_hope, 16 March 2014
I wonder how many drunks have urinated where I dropped my remote -- in focus.: photo by harpazo_hope, 16 March 2014
You would not believe what it took to get this photo!*: photo by harpazo_hope, 16 March 2014
*You would not believe what it took to get this photo!
I
left my camera home this morning and, after purchasing the wrong
band-aids, I raced home to get it. After a quick stop to buy less
transparent band-aids, I parked by this alley which happened to be near a
liquor store which is closed on Sundays (a fact a person might forget
if they are extremely intoxicated.) A drunk man who looked like he had
some kind of zombie flu was wandering around acting strangely. Since he frightened my daughter and me, I locked the car doors and waited for
him to leave before unloading my camera bag and tripod. After getting my
tripod set up I found my camera was not in my usual camera bag but at
the house. Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
When
I returned, I learned that my balloon couldn't float with the new
bandages on it. I wasn't frustrated yet, because that was my first idea
-- a sad, sinking balloon. But it was the wind that had me upset. I
couldn't get the balloon even close to where I wanted it. I think I
might have raised my voice a bit while talking to my balloon because
ANOTHER drunk guy turned around from across the street and came my way.
Though he wasn't scary like the first man, I still didn't want him
hanging out with my daughter as I took my photo. I tried to kindly tell
him I was busy, but he just stepped away and talked on his phone for a
bit and then came back. He asked me how much I would charge to take his
photo. He would have been a great stranger for my project, but I had met
him once before. I told him in several different ways that I couldn't
or wouldn't take
his picture. When I told him I was too angry at my balloon to do it, he
asked me if I was drunk. Finally he took off irritated and told me it's
my loss and I'm missing out on ten bucks.
P.S . This was all done in heels. I have photographic evidence that I'm not good with heels.
[Dhaka]: photo by Muhammad Imam Hasan, 19 December 2016
[Dhaka]: photo by Muhammad Imam Hasan, 15 February 2017
At my Door [Lisbon]: photo by Marezia57, 21 December 2014
Cat People (Putting out Fire). Ghent (BE).: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 16 October 2016
Cat People (Putting out Fire). Ghent (BE).: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 16 October 2016
Cat People (Putting out Fire). Ghent (BE).: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 16 October 2016
#07 Black Cat [Bangkok]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 30 May 2016
#07 Black Cat [Bangkok]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 30 May 2016
#07 Black Cat [Bangkok]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 30 May 2016
[Untitled]: photo by Ilan Burla, 21 January 2017
Trikaya. Ayutthaya, Thailand.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 15 July 2016
Hide. Bangkok.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 29 July 2016
Hide. Bangkok.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 29 July 2016
Hide. Bangkok.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 29 July 2016
#21 [Grand Palace, Bangkok, Thailand]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 12 December 2016
#21 [Grand Palace, Bangkok, Thailand]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 12 December 2016
#21 [Grand Palace, Bangkok, Thailand]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 12 December 2016
Station to Station. Ayutthaya, Thailand.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 17 July 2016
Station to Station. Ayutthaya, Thailand.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 17 July 2016
Station to Station. Ayutthaya, Thailand.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 17 July 2016
Secrets. Lop Buri, Thailand.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 15 July 2016
Secrets. Lop Buri, Thailand.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 15 July 2016
Secrets. Lop Buri, Thailand.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 15 July 2016
Well,
it wasn't because of the good act that I looked at it between
paragraphs while I was working. At that moment I didn't know the reason,
the reason I had tacked the enlargement onto the wall, maybe all fatal
acts happen that way, and that is the condition of their fulfillment. I
don't think the almost-furtive trembling of the leaves on the tree
alarmed me. I was working on a sentence and rounded it out successfully.
Habits are like immense herbariums, in the end an enlargement of 32 x
28 looks like a movie screen, where, on the tip of the island, a woman
is speaking with a boy and a tree is shaking its dry leaves over their
heads.
Julio Cortázar (1914-1984): from Blow-Up, in Final del juego (1956); English version by Paul Blackburn
Blow-Up. Spitalfields, London.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 12 April 2015
Blow-Up. Spitalfields, London.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 12 April 2015
Blow-Up. Spitalfields, London.: photo by Jeffrey De Keyser, 12 April 2015
4 comments:
Well, the plane, and very likely the photographically-inclined beach tourists as well, are Russian.
Blowing Up the Photographs (scene from Blow-Up)
"I'm a photographer." "But this is a public place."
Blow-Up (1966) - 1
Antonioni: Blow-Up (1966): POV fallacy
Blow-Up (1966) -- the ending
Bergman speaks about Antonioni
TC, Speaking of blow-ups, did they contact you? I'd just like to know...k
University of Michigan College of Literature, Science, and the Arts Bicentennial Theme Semester Event: You Are Invited
The LSA Department of English Language and Literature and
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Poets at Michigan, Then and Now
A Symposium
April 7, 2017
Rogel Ballroom | Michigan Union
--
10:00–11:30 a.m.
Robert Frost, the Hopwood Awards, and the History of Poetry at Michigan
Panelists: Nicholas Delbanco, Paul Dimond, Donald Sheehy
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1:00–2:30 p.m.
The Middle Years
Panelists: Laurence Goldstein, X.J. Kennedy, Thomas Lynch
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The Art Continues: Contemporary Michigan Poets
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An even stranger dream than usual. With not a single image of the Orange Schmuck.
Hilton
kent,
Erm... no, they did not.
And oy, what a bill, and such a shindig! To be missing it, what can one say -- the next thing worse than, or should I say first thing preferable to, actual death itself, for which one would yearn with even greater ardour than at present, were such a feat possible, were one to be attending.
Not to be throwing shade at the illustrious cast, but can't help wondering how many of them would be able to stand atop a wobbly ladder in mid-January and serenade the girls' dorm with melodious strains of Hail To The Victors Valiant? Or even know the words!
Knowing full well they'll throw their panties out the window anyway...
And to be honest, no offense but, I'm like Huh? Laurie Kitschy-Itchy? Who?
And dem be like TC? Who dat??
Hilton,
OK, we all know it for sure by now, there will never be any eluding the radiant horror of Orangeworld, escape is impossible... and yes there they are again! Pesky buggers! Right up at the top, in their terrible wing'd conveyance, blocking out th'aggriev'd heavens, not permitting us to forget for so much as a moment that golden showers will always and henceforth remain our common entitlement.
A poem on that issue, though I suppose it could equally apply to the heroic derring-do of our Navy SEALS:
Us? Ever forget?
Nyet! Nyet!
Sarah P was right. She could see all this shaping up, through her penetrative sniperscope, from the elk-hunt helicopter, hovering there over lovely Wasilla, hard by the Bering Straits, back in The Day, as she confided to the Fake Russians, when they rang her up, impersonated by a French radio talkshow, as you will recall.
Little did she know they were, yes, Yemenis. Devious lot they are, as we now know. Always pretending to be bleeding, maimed, mutilated, decapitated by some weapon manufactured in Huntsville, Alabama! On their wedding day! Meant as a gift! Ingrates!!
A poem on that:
Little did we know
What we did not know.
An incident well worth memorializing, I would contend.
That was before one of her Clan stepped on the dog however. O fateful trodding-down of man's best friend! Seven millennia of bad luck for using a pet as a doorstep. Woe to the Muricans!
Gotta love those Anglo Saxon metrics BTW.
A Brutalist Ur-prosody. Nothing less than what the "age demands"!
No hemistich wasted!
It's sad! It's deep! It's tremendous! You're gonna love it!!
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