On this morning’s walk along two local creeks, open to the sights and sounds of the world as you are sometimes at the start of a holiday break, I passed a local chicken farm and saw that it was closed down.
The shed was empty, though it looked like the pens and the wooden fittings were still intact. I had the urge to get in there and look around. I stopped to take a photo through the wire fence and the curtain opened briefly.
As a one-time surfer, and someone still in love with the sea, I’m conscious of just how difficult it is (and laughable it can be to real surfers) to try to describe to someone else the act of surfing.
So, I’ve been pretty impressed with Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life by William Finnegan. It probably wont win my book of the year prize (teaser: full list coming soon!) but it’s just about the best thing I’ve ever read at capturing the act of surfing, and the beauty and terror of big surf.
I’ve been listening to this as an audio book (from Audible) and have been surprised at just how powerful that can be, especially perhaps, when read by the author themselves.
Highly recommended as I hone my book of the year awards! There’s a pretty good review from The Guardian HERE
Sometimes, you get surprised. I went for a walk along the beach tonight, at the end of the day, just about the shortest day of the year. I was interested to see what ‘my creek’ looked like after a week of rain. It was nice: brimming full and mixing with the bay in a kind of oily mix back and forth between the bay and the brown creek. I took some photos and a couple of videos of the beach and the waves with my iPhone; nothing special, but a nice light. But, fiddling with my phone I must have somehow taken this shot, which was my favourite of the set. A blurry, dark, brooding evocative kind of piece with a glimpse of light in the eye of the wave washing along the sand.
It’s harder to get those kinds of surprises in writing. The conscious-ness of it I suppose. Maybe that’s why so many writers (and other artists) took to drugs at some stages? To get out of the rational a little bit, and to discover something else under the surface. It’s nice to have surprises sometimes. And, you might not even think the photo is any good. You can see the rest of the set here and make a comparison. But, for me, there is something in that shot that I hadn’t seen, hadn’t even been looking for, but found somehow.
Nice to find that, right at the end of the week.
I’ve always been convinced about the connection between poetry and visual imagery; the ‘painterly’ poem, the essential image or the word picture and have admired poets who combine the two.
So, I was interested to find Jenni Mitchell’s work on the Varuna site; a poet, photographer and artist, who has completed ‘residencies’ aboard a Norweigan coastal steamer among other exotic places.
She’s about to head off to colder climes again; you can see something of her painting and photography at her web site.
I read a nice article in the Guardian this week about Hans Magnus Enzensberger, a poet I’ve liked for along time. I’ve put his new collection on to my Amazon WISHLIST.
I was reminded of my favourite Enzensberger collection: his long poem, The Sinking of the Titanic. Timely, given that the Titanic Exhibition is currently in Melbourne and it was Enzensberger’s poem that got me interested in that story.