Caught (s)napping in a Koons, lah-di-dah, I got told off for doing this with my iPhone and I guess I can see why. The exhibition was a disappointment but today, ooh lah, I received a copy of Paul Hetherington's Six Different Windows, which is just divine - and there is a poem called 'Abstractions' for AM, which I am really chuffed about. Though I have to say one of my faves is, 'A Contemporary Icarus' for JW which is a good take on the Icarus theme and I particularly like it because the three of us have rummaged around with the Icarus theme for a while. But I am so looking forward to sitting with the book and a nice glass of claret on a warm summer evening in the garden. Which all serves to remind that while July zipped by, August could be a more creative and writing month, since I also have a Seven Sightings of Icarus plan in formation. But at the moment I am writing a song (or at least finishing something I started ages ago - so fingers crossed) - which is all good. The will to live is returning along with blood test results that say if I am not careful I could live for a very long time. I also got a copy of the Imagining Canberra catalogue and its such a good idea. I have plans to extend my wings this coming academic year and hope to extend collaboration with Hants CC and others - watch this space. But here is something I have been thinking about. David Hockney on said (in On Photography) 'All those attempts to bring everything in around you are part of a naive belief that you can recreate the whole world. Well, you can't. Where would you put it? Next to the whole world?' But isn't this beginning to happen? What are those myriad clouds of photographs doing. Everyone is a photographer these days and unless we are doing something different, like Webb and Hetherington's 'Circles and Intersections', what is the purpose of taking pictures of all we see - because everyone is doing it. Well I am just thinking this one through, out loud as it were. And I claim no moral high ground here, I am just as bad - and yet, too, pictures are also a snapshot of an event that will never be repeated, surely. Not a recreation of the world but a record of that millisecond and that, and that, and that, and... at the end of this track Lenny says, 'I was 60 years old, just a kid with a crazy dream...' the man gives us all hope:
