The Sky Tonight

Light Painting IV: Night Walk

Poppies

Song Thrush

Messiaen on the song thrush

Light Painting III

Listening to Shells

I had not begun to see you you were AUBE

Nothing was unveiled
All the boats rocked at the shore
Unknotting the favours (you know) of these pink and white boxes of sweets between which a silver shuttle runs
And trembling I named you Aube

Ten years after
I find you again in the tropical flower
A single snow crystal that overflowed the cup of your two hands
In Martinique they call it the fleur du bal
She and you share the mystery of existence
The first grain of dew far ahead of all the others madly iridescent containing all

I see what is forever hidden from me
When you sleep in the clearing of your arm beneath the butterflies of your hair
And when you are reborn from the phoenix of your spring
In the mint of memory
Of the enigmatic moiré of the likeness in a bottomless mirror
Pulling the pin of that which one will see only once

In my heart all the wings of the milkweed
Lease what you tell me

You wear a summer dress unknown to yourself
It is constellated in every sense with horseshoe magnets of a handsome lead red with blue feet

Sur mer, 1946

–André Breton, translation DTH

Let It Snow

Light Painting II

Fire Poi performance by Shawn Ballantine at
the Abbey Sutton Courtenay – photo gallery by DTH

Signal

can you see from your far city
my pillar of smoke
as white as chaste
as paper my pillar that sways
in the breeze like your dress
your white white dress

for I have swept a clearing
of numbers weights and days
and kindled from your name
a smudge of soot-black silk
a tuft of flame

now winter waits
a dragonfly dips wearily in the waste
where seagulls scream
and I have been so dull and dumb

I should have long since learned the words of you
and tried your tongue to whisper
each old syllable make new

so silently I lit this fire for you
no word will bring us nearer than this smoke

who are forever two

–DTH

Light Painting

Open shutter on a darkling drive, and see what happens. Inspired by the similar experiments of László Moholy-Nagy, of which more later.