E. O. Hoppé | Ezra Pound

Posted: December 25th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Film, Photography, Poetry, Quotes

The only thing that makes me pause is to wonder whether the ingenuity of modern apparatus is not in itself a subtle temptation to photographers to rely on their instruments rather than on themselves. It will be a bad day for art if this is so.

-E.O. Hoppé

Ezra Pound, E.O. Hoppé 1918

Ezra Pound, E.O. Hoppé 1918

The only thing one can give an artist is leisure in which to work. To give an artist leisure is actually to take part in his creation.

– Ezra Pound


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Eve Arnold | William Carlos Williams

Posted: October 17th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Film, Photography, Poetry, Quotes

The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost.

— William Carlos Williams

NEW JERSEY—Poet William Carlos Williams, 1957. © Eve Arnold / Magnum Photos

NEW JERSEY—Poet William Carlos Williams, 1957. © Eve Arnold / Magnum Photos

A studio session … provides the greatest chance for control. [But] even though there is total freedom, I still dislike studio photography and the contrived images that usually stem from this genre.

- Eve Arnold, Great Images of the 20th Century

You remember I had a strong inclination all my life to be a painter. Under different circumstances I would rather have been a painter than to bother with these god-damn words. I never actually thought of myself as a poet but I knew I had to be an artist in some way.

— William Carlos Williams


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Li Po | Listening to a Flute in Yellow Crane Pavillion

Posted: November 21st, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: dougKIM photography, Film, Leica, Poetry

I came here a wanderer
thinking of home,
remembering my far away Ch’ang-an.
And then, from deep in Yellow Crane Pavillion,
I heard a beautiful bamboo flute
play “Falling Plum Blossoms.”
It was late spring in a city by the river.

-Li Po

Bongeunsa, Seoul, South Korea, Leica M6 TTL, 35mm Summicron, Agfa APX 400

Bongeunsa, Seoul, South Korea, Leica M6 TTL, 35mm Summicron, Agfa APX 400


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Raymond Carver | Loafing

Posted: October 18th, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: Poetry, Quotes

Loafing

I looked into the room a moment ago,
and this is what I saw—
my chair in its place by the window,
the book turned facedown on the table.
And on the sill, the cigarette
left burning in its ashtray.
Malingerer! my uncle yelled at me
so long ago. He was right.
I’ve set aside time today,
same as every day,
for doing nothing at all.

-Raymond Carver

Raymond Carver in 1984, by Bob Adelman

Raymond Carver in 1984, by Bob Adelman

There are significant moments in everyone’s day that can make literature. You have to be alert to them and pay attention to them.

-Raymond Carver, Conversations with Raymond Carver

It’s been a continual series of starting-overs for me.

-Raymond Carver, Conversations with Raymond Carver


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Sharon Olds | The One Girl at the Boys Party

Posted: October 6th, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: dougKIM photography, Nikon, Poetry, Quotes

St. Maarten's, Nikon D300, 80-200mm

St. Maarten's, Nikon D300, 80-200mm © Doug Kim

The One Girl at the Boys Party

When I take my girl to the swimming party
I set her down among the boys. They tower and
bristle, she stands there smooth and sleek,
her math scores unfolding in the air around her.
They will strip to their suits, her body hard and
indivisible as a prime number,
they’ll plunge in the deep end, she’ll subtract
her height from ten feet, divide it into
hundreds of gallons of water, the numbers
bouncing in her mind like molecules of chlorine
in the bright blue pool. When they climb out,
her ponytail will hang its pencil lead
down her back, her narrow silk suit
with hamburgers and french fries printed on it
will glisten in the brilliant air, and they will
see her sweet face, solemn and
sealed, a factor of one, and she will
see their eyes, two each,
their legs, two each, and the curves of their sexes,
one each, and in her head she’ll be doing her
sparkle and fall to the power of a thousand from her body.

-Sharon Olds, (1983)

Sharon Olds by David Bartolomi

Sharon Olds by David Bartolomi


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The Hamptons | The End of Summer

Posted: September 19th, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: dougKIM photography, Film, Poetry, Quotes

Labor Day weekend in The Hamptons.

Tim, Amagansett; Leica M6 TTL, 35mm summicron, Kodak Tri-X

Tim, Amagansett; Leica M6 TTL, 35mm summicron, Kodak Tri-X © Doug Kim

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.

-Sam Keen

Cullen, Amagansett; Leica M6 TTL, 35mm summicron, Kodak Tri-X

Cullen, Amagansett; Leica M6 TTL, 35mm summicron, Kodak Tri-X © Doug Kim

Till Summer folds her miracle-
As Women-do-their Gown-
Or Priests-adjust the Symbols-
When Sacrament-is done-

-Emily Dickinson

Ellie and Aubrey, Amagansett, Leica M6 TTL, 35mm summicron, Kodak Tri-X

Ella and Aubrey, Amagansett, Leica M6 TTL, 35mm summicron, Kodak Tri-X © Doug Kim

In summer, the song sings itself.

-William Carlos Williams


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Jim Carroll, 1949 – 2009

Posted: September 14th, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: Books, Poetry, Quotes

Patti Smith and Jim Carroll, sometime somewhere by someone

Patti Smith and Jim Carroll, Circa 1970 Photo by Wren D'Antonio

I met him in 1970, and already he was pretty much universally recognized as the best poet of his generation.

-Patti Smith

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You’re growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it’s good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies… so we can dance.

-Jim Carroll

Dave Treganna, Dave Parsons, Jim Carroll and Stiv Bators, NYC, 1981, unknown photographer

Dave Treganna, Dave Parsons, Jim Carroll and Stiv Bators, NYC, 1981, unknown photographer

Do not see that piece of shit movie (Okay, I haven not seen it, but it looks like a piece of shit). Go to a bookstore and buy The Basketball Diaries or the album Catholic Boy. I have bought that book four or five times because it is never returned once it has been lent.


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Frank O’Hara | Music

Posted: September 9th, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: Books, Poetry, Quotes

Music

If I rest for a moment near The Equestrian
pausing for a liver sausage sandwich in the Mayflower Shoppe,
that angel seems to be leading the horse into Bergdorf’s
and I am naked as a table cloth, my nerves humming.
Close to the fear of war and the stars which have disappeared.
I have in my hands only 35c, it’s so meaningless to eat!
and gusts of water spray over the basins of leaves
like the hammers of a glass pianoforte. If I seem to you
to have lavender lips under the leaves of the world,
I must tighten my belt.
It’s like a locomotive on the march, the season
of distress and clarity
and my door is open to the evenings of midwinter’s
lightly falling snow over the newspapers.
Clasp me in your handkerchief like a tear, trumpet
of early afternoon! in the foggy autumn.
As they’re putting up the Christmas trees on Park Avenue
I shall see my daydreams walking by with dogs in blankets,
put to some use before all those coloured lights come on!
But no more fountains and no more rain,
and the stores stay open terribly late.

Frank O’Hara

Frank O'Hara, 1958 by Harry Reidl

Frank O'Hara, 1958 by Harry Redl

O’Hara remains my favorites of the Beats. His Collected Poems and Lunch Poems are essential additions to any library.

He was known for writing poems in an instinctive and reactive manner, improvising on the spot, not caring anything for traditional form or structure, and for later disregarding or even discarding the final product. Shoving them into his desk drawer to be forgotten was the best that could be hoped for and Garrison Keillor wrote that “Some of his poems only survive because friends copied them down and sent the copies to each other in letters.”

I don’t believe in rhythm, assonance, [any] of that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, ‘Give it up! I was a track star.’

-Frank O’Hara

It may be that poetry makes life’s nebulous events tangible to me and restores their detail; or conversely, that poetry brings forth the intangible quality of incidents which are all too concrete and circumstantial. Or each on specific occasions, or both all the time.

-Frank O’Hara


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Cory O’Malley, 1974-2009

Posted: May 2nd, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: dougKIM photography, Film, Los Angeles, Mamiya, Nikon, Poetry

So long, Cory. Rest in Peace.

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Cory, Sophie, Joy © Doug Kim

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The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

Omar Khayyam, The Rubiyyat

To make a donation to Sophie’s education fund, please visit here.


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