Photo (and Poetry) Blog


Welcome! This is mainly a photo blog, but I couldn't resist adding my other interest - literature, and poetry in special. Hunting down the best photograph to accompany a poem is a challenge I love. I hope you will enjoy it too!

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That Is No Country For Old Men

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That is no country for old men. The young

In one another's arms, birds in the trees,

— Those dying generations — at their song,

The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,

Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long

Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

Caught in that sensual music all neglect

Monuments of unageing intellect.



II


An aged man is but a paltry thing,

A tattered coat upon a stick, unless

Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

For every tatter in its mortal dress,

Nor is there singing school but studying

Monuments of its own magnificence;

And therefore I have sailed the seas and come

To the holy city of Byzantium.




W. B. Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium



Haiku Tuesday: The Autumn Tempest

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How the autumn storm roars,

Blowing along even wild boars!



by Basho

Translation by Asataro Miyamori


Now All The Truth Is Out


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Now all the truth is out,

Be secret and take defeat

From any brazen throat,

For how can you compete,

Being honor bred, with one

Who were it proved he lies

Were neither shamed in his own

Nor in his neighbors' eyes;

Bred to a harder thing

Than Triumph, turn away

And like a laughing string

Whereon mad fingers play

Amid a place of stone,

Be secret and exult,

Because of all things known

That is most difficult.


W. B. Yeats, To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing


You Do Not Have To Be Good

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You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body 

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.


Mary Oliver


Walk Through Walls

Marina Abramovic


I’ve just finished reading Marina Abramovic’s memoir, Walking Through Walls, and I was blown away, even though I’m not much fan of performace art. The books is ghost written, but you can clearly hear her voice throughout the whole book - well done indeed. It's fascinating reading; her whole life is a performance, she lives the art. She says somewhere in the book that art shouldn’t be seen as something isolated, holly and separated from life; art should be a natural part of life. And she lives by that.


After attending Susan Sontag’s funeral in Paris (who very few people attended), she made detailed plans for her own funeral because  she wanted that funeral to be her last piece of art. I hope not to see it any time soon (she’s 72 years old).


All in all, very inspirational. Read it! 


And talking about artist and biographies, here come a few more I’ve also found inspirational.


Frida Kahlo


Hayden Herrera, Frida: The Biography of Frida Kahlo


Another artist who lived her art. Her life, her hourse, her clothes - art, pure art. Hayden Herrera is an art historian, and it greatly benefits the book. A great read.


Keith Richards


Keith Richards  (yes, he of the Rolling Stones) - Life. I didn’t have any expectations; I didn’t know what to expect; and I loved it. He lived the rock and roll life, and now he’s telling us about it in a very personal, funny and honest way. Absolutely fascinating.


Patti Smith


And last but not least, Patti Smith’s Just Kids. One of my all times favorite books in which she remembers her remarkable relationship with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe in the late sixties and seventies in her unique, lyrical style.


Patti Smith 2011


I met Patti Smith in 2011, when she came to Stockholm to receive the Swedish Polar Music Prize.


I met her as in ”I queued for several hours in the rain so she can sign my book”. I was so star struck that I couldn’t say a word when my turn came, I just looked at her in awe; she understood and gave me a warm smile.


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The line outside NK, the department store where the signing took place. 


Through Shadows To The Edge Of Night

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Home is behind, the world ahead,

And there are many paths to tread

Through shadows to the edge of night,

Until the stars are all alight.

Then world behind and home ahead,

We'll wander back and home to bed.

Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,

Away shall fade! Away shall fade!


J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring


I Said To The Night

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I said to the night, 

"If you are in love with the moon, 

it is because you never stay for long."

The night turned to me and said, 

"It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, 

how can I know that love is endless?


Rumi, Whispers of the Beloved


Things Fall Apart; the Centre Cannot Hold


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Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.


Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?



W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming


Autumn in Munich


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As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve been in Munich last week. I’ve been there several times and I didn’t really plan any photo shots. I did take the camera with me though, by habit I guess. I ended up taking a few photos as the weather was truly beautiful; you know, that golden light of autumn? Hard not to - and I wanted to share them with you as well.


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The only lens I had with me was the nifty-fifty as it’s small and light, thus the tight photos. Above you see part of the Munich Residenz (Residence). The Residenz, the largest city palace in Germany, is is the former royal palace of the Wittelsbach monarchs of Bavaria. It’s now a museum.


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That golden light!


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More pumpkins ...


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The English Garden (Englischer Garten), created in 1789 (!). The park, in English style (thus the name), is huge (3.7 km2 or 1.4 sq mi). It is actually one of the largest urban public parks in the world. 


Get Ready To Weep Tears Of Sorrow

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Get ready to weep tears of sorrow

as bright as the brightest beads,

and like the bright beads you string

to wear round your throat at the burial,

gather your tears and string them

on a thread of your memory to wear around

your heart or its schatterad fragments

will never come whole again.


Laurens van der Post, from Flamingo Feather



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