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Showing posts with label reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflections. Show all posts

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Stream of consciousness ramble – Culture and Belonging


It’s as hot as hell here and I think my brain has turned to mush, or just melted. In view of the fact that thinking is presently beyond me and my ISP is broken yet again, I’m tunneling out briefly and resorting to something I scribbled a couple of days ago - and sharing some cooling pool reflection shots, which I know those of you in the cold, wet and snow probably really don’t need to see right now.

The previous post on The Material Culture has caused me to ponder a somewhat related concept, prompted by D’s remark that it must be quite fun to have blog visiting to do. My response was to say that I felt that blogosphere was a community to which one belonged and within that community - that culture of blogging - were individual communities of writers, photographers, cooks, gardeners, knitters, dog lovers, scientists, lawyers etc etc. Tribes, I suppose one might call them. And it struck me then, thinking of what I’d posted on the new culture of materialism that blogging goes perhaps, in some way, to also make up for the other crumbling “old” cultures and structures. Of course, there’s no doubt that it’s unquestionably a part of the globalization trend. If I think of those who visit here - there are Americans, Brits, French, Welsh, Irish, Indian, Australians, Canadians and a host of others – although once very separate, in blogosphere we find ourselves very much together, sharing thoughts and ideas, finding ourselves in agreement – and occasionally in conflict - but all reaching out to one another - one being to another, linked through cyberspace. And, as G&G from It Must Be The Vapors pointed out, beyond, for now, the grasp of government.

His comment, which I hope he doesn’t mind me quoting said:
“The interweb blogosphere is a perfect working model of how relationships across the globe serve the same function as tribes, enterprises, and self sustaining trade agreements with no need of government regulation whatsoever. We are much better than governments gives us freedom to be. Not being bound by physical location nullifies the ideas of nations and borders except for the unique cultural contributions we all bring.”

So perhaps blogosphere and cyberspace also go some way to create a new culture where the old cultures are crumbling. Perhaps blogging is another cultural construct, much like shopping – but, perhaps a considerably more meaningful one.

For me, this creation of new cultural constructs is quite pertinent since I have little concept of nationality, of what it is to be a South African. My heritage is central and northern European. My education was very much in the English/British mold. I have never felt a sense of belonging here – it’s just where I am. As such the nationality by which many define themselves has never really had much of a claim on me. Likewise, I belong to no religious grouping – been there, done that and decided to focus on a far broader spirituality than one defined by a particular doctrine and dogma. Similarly, as an only-child, family has little significance so again, it’s not something I feel I belong to. I consider myself, ultimately, I suppose, to be a citizen of the world – whatever that might be, and yet, I also don’t subscribe to the Material Culture.

All this has often left me wondering about belonging and where I belong - and yet, at the same time, I don’t feel like I don’t belong. I suspect, perhaps that being part of other communities, like blogosphere, a community of like-minded thinkers and a community of writers, is what does it. And of course, I also happen to know that I am part of a very different community, a far greater one that goes beyond the Earthly realm and I think that, more than anything else, gives rise to a tremendous sense of being and belonging - and of being interconnected.

How about you? How are you impacted by culture and community? How much do you belong, need to belong? Is blogosphere a cultural concept or a “tribe” for you?


And if none this post makes any sense, you can safely assume my brain has fried, melted and leaked out all over my desk. Now will someone please send some snow! What do you mean it will melt in the post? Oh well, best I go and through myself in the pool then.




Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christmas gifts by way of happy accidents

Well, that's done and dusted for another year and I probably won't have to cook for the rest of the week either - by which stage we'll have had our fill of leftovers and if I see anything Christmassy again before December 2008 it will be way too soon.

Amidst the various preparations, Christmas dished up some happy photographic accidents. You know the kind of shot that you weren't expecting which then leads to an entire photo-shoot to capture similar effects? Well, this was my additional and unexpected present courtesy of shaky hands and long exposures. There are plenty of steady shots too (as you'll see from the first and last images here) as a result of using the tripod but they're not quite as colourful.

Hope you enjoyed a happy Christmas and are now all set for your New Year's bash - if indeed you indulge in such a thing.












Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Politics? Nah, let's stick to beauty.

Which way up, you decide.




Not much to say today - actually, that's not true. I had written a post about the upcoming African National Congress (ANC) election for a new president of the ruling party. But D decided what I'd said was far too contentious and I was likely to get sued. I did say that sometimes I liked to live on the edge. He said he didn't think this particular edge was a good place to be living. So... what I can tell you is that we live in interesting times as the current president of both the country and the ANC, Thabo Mbeki, goes head to head with his former deputy president, Jacob Zuma. One is a manager and a pragmatist with a strong Thatcherite bent and some very odd views on AIDs/HIV. The other's is the people's man, who's recent past has been dogged by charges of corruption and allegations of the rape (unprotected) of an HIV-positive woman.


"Politics, n. Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles."
Ambrose Bierce - The Devil's Dictionary


"In politics, absurdity is not a handicap."
Napoleon Bonaparte



Let it not be said that life is ever dull. But let it also be said that while comrades in the ANC may be at each other's throats and stakes may be high, beauty nonetheless abounds in all sorts of other places.



"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not"
Ralph Waldo Emerson



Simply beautiful.




"Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is
like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all."
W. Somerset Maugham


Monday, November 12, 2007

Novography - and the business of criticism

Christmas trees might bedeck the malls and Phoctober might be long over but I'm still out there with my camera snapping away - and calling it Novography - thanks to Sameera. And of course, as usual, unable to help myself, I've been playing... So I started with the two images below...





And was then drawn to the inside of the vase itself...



And unable to let well enough alone, I then doddled into the digital darkroom...



The pic above is one of a series - I had a fine old time with lighting effects to create a range of images which look like molten metal - very cool, if I say so myself - well, okay, so I think so anyway! And needless to say, on a few some bubbles also arose. What can I say, I'm playing, I'm having fun - isn't that what creativity is all about? No, don't go getting all purist on me, I just won't have it. I'll sit here and play devil's advocate and insist that creativity is about what I enjoying making and seeing/reading/hearing.

Which sort of brings me to something which has been rattling around in my head for a while now. This notion of the critic and "what is art". While I have been known in my time to be a literary and artistic snob, I do take serious issue with the line of the critic. What gives any one person the right to sit in judgement over the creative outpourings of another? Yes, I've heard all the stock in trade arguments about education, and standards and what is considered "good" literature, art, music, etc. - along with all the other arguments about the role of the critic to inform the great unwashed masses. But for me it always comes back to two things: Judgement and arrogance. And both, it has long struck me, stem from insecurity which stems from fear (which is the direct counter to love - this is a whole other topic which I may - or not - address at a later date). And fear, let me point out, inevitably results in divisiveness. Now, why, I want to know, can the person who paints chocolate box paintings, and the person who enjoys those images, not just be left alone to indulge in that enjoyment? If Joe Blogs prefers the floral tributes on canvas painted by his Aunty Maud to the squares and angles of Picasso or Braque, must he immediately be seen as some kind of philistine?

It's a contentious argument, I know, but one which I had a fine time making earlier this year when in conversation with a man who is undertaking his Masters degree in Creative Writing. His position was very much one of the literary snob. And it's a position that I not only find arrogant but also elitist. It's an approach, I think, which serves to further highlight our differences, to focus on that age old position that some of us are so much better than the rest of you. "We read Proust, Voltaire, Zola, you read Grisham, Deighton and Steele. Pah and bah humbug." I'm not, let me point out, in this instance referring to badly written material, but I am speaking about that which is considered "non-literary".

I suppose it is less the detail of the matter I object to than the "grand vision", the bigger picture - the indictment of our already divided humanity that some should persist on creating further divides, forming more labels - this is acceptable, that is not. "If you read this you are unobjectionable, if you read that, you simply cannot, my dear, be allowed admittance to the rarefied air of our inner circle. Go away, you horrible, narrow, little person."

I could witter on, and I admit to dealing with a complex topic rather simplistically - but one has to start somewhere and I'm not about to attempt either an essay or a dissertation on a blog!
So, now that I may have dropped the proverbial cat in amongst the pigeons, what do you think? C'mon over to comments and let's chat.

Meanwhile I leave you with some of these to smile at or growl over...

“The public is the only critic whose opinion is worth anything at all”
Mark Twain

“Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.”
Oliver Goldsmith

“A critic is someone who never actually goes to the battle, yet who afterwards comes out shooting the wounded.”
Tyne Daly

“The critic is a man who prefers the indolence of opinion to the trials of action.”
John Mason Brown


Hmm, and now I'm left wondering how on earth this line of thinking arose - I had planned an entirely different post for today. Oh well, thank goodness there's tomorrow!

Saturday, November 3, 2007

This, that and the other and a thinking toaster...



It's one of those moments in time... not feeling too great - the energy is down and the old trouble is being bothersome. Meanwhile I'm trying to get payment out of one of the local papers for an article and some photos I did for them a few months back. The article and photos, should you be interested, can be found on the Blag. It takes the reader on a brief tour of literary Oxford.

That aside and in order to amuse myself, I've been having a fine old time playing on Flickr and uploading a bundle of my photos there - a good deal more than have appeared on the blog - and uploads will no doubt continue and continue and continue... I've also been playing with light and reflections again, though had something of a hard time not being blown away. Spring, it seems, has gone into temporay abeyance and winter appears to be making a concerted effort at a comeback.

However, on the really good news front, the ideas are starting to flow again for my manuscript and although I have no idea where the story will take me (I never do, I just go along for the ride while the muse gallops along in her chariot dragging me behind her), I sense threads forming and weaving themselves together. It's possibly a bit of a mad way of writing - I certainly know that most of my plotting and planning writer friends think I'm a trifle insane (and they may be right but for now I'm going odds on that this is what works for me). Frankly, I find the minute I plot and plan the story sneaks off, hides and I can hear it blowing loud and gobby raspberries at me. Funny thing, stories, they really do appear to have a mind of their own.

Right, now I'm off to see if I can create a wishdosher. What, you might ask is that? Well, it's when you take a dishwasher, do some modifications, stack it up with dishes - everything needs to go in backwards, turn it on and instead of sparkling clean dishes at the end of the process, you get sparkling clean dosh (piles and piles of money) instead. Dishwasher, wishdosher - geddit? Well, you can't blame a girl for letting her imagination run riot, now can you?! I mean, just look below and see what happens when you take an ordinary toaster out of its natural environment and let it start having thoughts of its own... A reflecting toaster, what d'you know!




Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Bubbles in Bottles

On the second last day of Phoctober... bubbles, bottles, light and shadows.








Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Floral messages in a bottle

Phoktober continues...

Playing with light, water, glass, shadows, reflections and flowers again.


Beauty rests in simplicity.






Things are seldom what they seem.







Light creates magic.


Friday, October 12, 2007

Reflections... and smile awards

Continuing the Phoktober theme... This series of shots was taken a while back when I was playing with light reflected through coloured glass objects onto a white surface. What I've done here is to take the reflected section from each shot without any sign of the real object of the reflection.


What we see is not

What we don't see may well be
Things are seldom what they seem










Look beyond
Between the glimmers of light

The magic resides within



Now see if you can work out which shot above came from which shot below!








Reflections in light
time and space
cease to be


:-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

And the good and fun news of the day is that lovely Bonnie over at Words from a Wordsmith has given me a "You make me smile, award"! Thank you, Bonnie! Your words make me smile too!

Made by Susan of Patchwork Reflections, she said, "Comments make me smile! So all of you who were nice enough to comment here are officially presented with the 'you make me smile' award! Congratulations!" On her blog she added this verse:

Smiling is infectious,
U can catch it like the flu.
Someone smiled at me today,
And I started smiling too,
Now I am passing it on to you!

So now I'm passing on the smile award to:

Verilion who's as daft as a brush - you have to know her to know...
Vesper - who is a kindred spirit and brings a smile to my heart.
John - who ends every comment with a smile which you know is heartfelt.
Baino - who has a wicked sense of humour
and Kyklops - who had me in stitches with his comment on my mushroom post!

You know what I hate about these awards - you're only supposed to be able to pass them on to five people - I think that's so unfair - I want to give awards to all of you - especially this one, because in some way, each of you brings a smile to my face! So go on, consider yourself awarded and SMILE!