Troubled Water

“I like to look at pictures, all kinds. And all those things you absorb come out subconsciously one way or another. You’ll be taking photographs and suddenly know that you have resources from having looked at a lot of them before. There is no way you can avoid this. But this kind of subconscious influence is good, and it certainly can work for one. In fact, the more pictures you see, the better you are as a photographer.” “…My whole point is to transcend the subject. …Go beyond the subject somehow, so that the composition, the lighting, all around, reaches a certain point of perfection. That’s what I’m doing. Whether it’s a cock or a flower, I’m looking at it in the same way. …in my own way, with my own eyes.” “If a day goes by without my doing something related to photography, it’s as though I’ve neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up.” Robert Mapplethorpe

Es una lástima que no estés conmigo cuando miro el reloj y son las cuatro y acabo la planilla y pienso diez minutos y estiro las piernas como todas las tardes y hago así con los hombros para aflojar la espalda y me doblo los dedos y les saco mentiras. Es una lástima que no estés conmigo cuando miro el reloj y son las cinco y soy una manija que calcula intereses o dos manos que saltan sobre cuarenta teclas o un oído que escucha como ladra el teléfono o un tipo que hace números y les saca verdades. Es una lástima que no estés conmigo cuando miro el reloj y son las seis. Podrías acercarte de sorpresa y decirme "¿Qué tal?" y quedaríamos yo con la mancha roja de tus labios tú con el tizne azul de mi carbónico. Amor de Tarde Porque te tengo y no porque te pienso porque la noche está de ojos abiertos porque la noche pasa y digo amor porque has venido a recoger tu imagen y eres mejor que todas tus imágenes porque eres linda desde el pie hasta el a...

O why your good deeds with such pride do you scan, And why that self-satisfied smile At the shilling you gave to the poor working man, That lifted you over the stile? 'Tis not much; all the bread that can with it be bought, Will scarce give a morsel to each Of his eight hungry children;-reflection and thought Should you more humility teach. Vainglory's a worm which the very best action Will taint, and its soundness eat through; But to give one's self airs for a small benefaction, Is folly and vanity too. The money perhaps by your father or mother Was furnished you but with that view; If so, you were only the steward of another, And the praise you usurp is their due. Perhaps every shilling you give in this way Is paid back with two by your friends; Then the bounty you so ostentatious display, Has little and low selfish ends. But if every penny you gave were your own, And giving diminished your purse; By a child's slender means think how l...