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He Regrets That We Cannot See the Paint Dripping

Posted in Art, literature, music, Photography, poetry with tags , , , on May 1, 2015 by briancarnold

He is not saying, he is painting.

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I spent most of morning scanning negatives I made in Denver a few weeks back and listening to John Cage read some of his work about Robert Rauschenberg, Jasper Johns, and Marcel Duchamp.

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The dirt unceasingly does my thinking.

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It was a rather beautiful combination, actually.

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You are then free to deal with your freedom just as the artist dealt with his, not in the same manner, but nevertheless originally.

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I’ve loved Cage since college, really an essential influence at an essential time.

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We are in the glory of not knowing what we are doing.

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I still find his thoughts about life and art deeply moving and inspiring; it was a nice morning, thinking about picture.

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A poetry of infinite possibilities.

Turning Back

Posted in Art, music, Photography with tags , on April 14, 2015 by briancarnold

It was kind of a slow night at gamelan rehearsal last night.

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I can’t tell a lie, I gotta little bored and started looking at some photobooks I got out of the library just before rehearsal.

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It was a nice combination, Javanese gamelan and Robert Adams’ photographs, the book Turning Back.

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They are mostly pictures of clear cuts in Oregon, and yet there is a great beauty to the tragedy documented in the pictures.

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Despite all that is broken, there is still beauty in the world.

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There are some lovely thoughts at the back of the book too, accompanied by some photographs of apples made close to Adams’ home:

Photography is inherently fragmentary, and I find I base my faith on perfect moments.

Silence and Prayer

Posted in Art, literature, music, Photography with tags , on February 24, 2014 by briancarnold

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So I finally started reading Patti Smith’s memoir, Just Kids.

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Early in the book, she writes about her life with her family in New Jersey and Philadelphia.  She recounts her mother teaching her prayers, her daily prayers before bed.

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Most interesting here, however, is that as she grows older she learns to understand prayer a bit differently.  She says she never understood prayer until she understood and accepted silence.

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A lovely idea, that anything sublime about life is beyond words, and is felt but not known.

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I remember reading something else Patti Smith wrote or said, something to the effect that the irreverent often know more about religion and spirituality; in challenging the boundaries, you know more about what the hold and what to value.

The Ins and Outs

Posted in Art, music, Photography with tags , on February 21, 2014 by briancarnold

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Same days I feel the same, like nothing about me changes.  The same self just flowing through different circumstances.

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Some days I feel like I am becoming something new, like my self is still being realized.

The Nicest Moments

Posted in Art, music, Photography with tags , on January 29, 2014 by briancarnold

Wouldn’t it be nice if our best moments

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never had to end?

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But still, some moments last longer than time.

A Night in Tunisia

Posted in Art, music, Photography with tags , on November 21, 2012 by briancarnold

Before photography, I fancied myself a writer and musician.  My two closest friends were musicians, so it seemed I should be too.

I started with bass guitar, and tried to learn to play jazz along with my friend Brian.

I joined a community orchestra doing big band arrangements.  There were two of us playing bass, splitting the songs in half so that each of played equal parts of the repertoire.

We rehearsed for months, and the night of our annual concert, both of us set our equipment up on the stage.  When we actually performed, however, I wasn’t allowed to play at all; all the songs I had rehearsed were given to the second bass player.  I sat on my amp, holding my bass and feeling like a complete loser.  During intermission, I backed up my gear and left, even though they said I could still play one tune after the break.  I was too embarrassed to go on.

The Day I Bought Maggot Brain

Posted in Art, music, Photography with tags , , , on January 4, 2012 by briancarnold

Matt and I smoked a bowl, and then got in the car and drove 30 minutes north of Denver to Thornton.  We were headed to a used record store, Don’s Discs.

I spent my last two years of high school stoned, reading counter cultural literature (mostly sci-fi), and collecting records.  Matt and I, we did it all together.

Don’s Discs wasn’t our favorite, but they had a huge inventory and good prices.  But you had to be willing to look, put in the time.  It was worth an occasional trip.

Somethings we bought as collectors, really just for the obscurity or small editions, but mostly we loved listening to lots of music.

And because Don’s was so cheap, we could take chances on things we’d never heard before.  Or because we liked the cover art.

The day I bought Maggot Brain, well we had never heard it before, we hadn’t even heard of Funkadelic.

Well, we were convinced and became fans.  I like to think of it as part of my legacy, turning my friends and family on to Funkadelic.

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