Mai Khao Beach | by Tavepong Pratoomwong

Mai Khao Beach. [Phuket, Thailand]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 4 January 2017

DSCF9043-02: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 18 October 2016

The little girls on the street | by chrjs.0510

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

20170110_162237-01: photo by Chu Việt Hà, 10 January 2017

[Untitled, Hanoi]: 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

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

[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. | by harpazo_hope

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. | by harpazo_hope

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.

So on to fighting with the balloon some more. I never got it quite right and more than half of my images were terribly out of focus. The wind might have been a good thing, because I never would have thought to step on the balloon otherwise. :) In the end, my battery died and I decided to throw in the towel. But that's not all... The balloon flew away in Walmart and made my daughter cry. Damned balloon.

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 | by Marezia57

At my Door [Lisbon]: photo by Marezia57, 21 December 2014

Cat People (Putting Out Fire) | by Jeffrey De Keyser

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

[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

#21 [Grand Palace, Bangkok, Thailand]: photo by Tavepong Pratoomwong, 12 December 2016

Station To Station | by Jeffrey De Keyser

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

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

4 comments:

TC2 March 2017 at 07:54
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
kent2 March 2017 at 11:21
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
Dean Andrew D. Martin invite you to

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

--

1:00–2:30 p.m.

The Middle Years
Panelists: Laurence Goldstein, X.J. Kennedy, Thomas Lynch

--

2:30–4:00 p.m.

The Art Continues: Contemporary Michigan Poets
Panelists: Tarfia Faizullah, Vievee Francis, Laura Kasischke

Part of the University of Michigan Bicentennial celebration.

Hilton2 March 2017 at 11:38
An even stranger dream than usual. With not a single image of the Orange Schmuck.

Hilton
TC2 March 2017 at 21:01
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!!

TOM CLARK

Thursday, 2 March 2017

Blow-Up (Must be Russians)

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.

Michelangelo Antonioni / Tonino Guerra: Blow-Up (1966), movie script

4 comments:

Thursday, 2 March 2017

Blow-Up (Must be Russians)

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.

Michelangelo Antonioni / Tonino Guerra: Blow-Up (1966), movie script

4 comments:

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.