Jack Barnosky Photographs

1979-Today [email protected] "At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called to this: To glorify things just because they are. Czelaw Milosz Flickr

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long in quiet places

the quiet that only

the mice know

dark corners, silent musings

a distant horizon in my mind

can you hear the silence?

it’s warm, comforting

it swallows me like

a July Texas day

I linger

long in sight of the stars

blue and violet

shining with a laugh

that says i…

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A time will come

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When the skies will speak

with the voice of eternity

a voice heard forever, never

to be silenced

never to be a sound heard by all

then all will know that time is come

to an end

never to be felt or touched

all will end

embrace it!

feel it’s warmth

it must be

so it must be

so it shall be

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The words

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of the seers tell us to be sorry,

sorry for our fathers,

we see the willow weeping

it tells a story of grief

grief beyond words

yet it grows!

Why?

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I cannot say

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what the earth will be

I can only say what the earth must  be

it must be the color of water and air

the smell of fire and ice

we cannot change the future

the future will be whatever  we do not want it to be

this is our story, and we must live it

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I Waited

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I waited through the storms, the black skies

lightning and hail

when the earth shook, I waited

through the blinding desert sand

through the heat at the center of the sun

through the cold of the bluest star

I waited

when the dawn came and when the darkness

was building a mountain of shadow

I waited

through pain and blood, through the sad laments of the wounded and dying

I waited, at the creation of all

and at the death of infinity

I waited

for your touch

still

yet to come

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at night she goes to a place,   where i cannot go, i am not able

she sings the song of time

she goes to a quiet place

that lies

somewhere between

the roar of the suns

this place belongs to her alone,

you cannot go there

at night she goes to a place, where I cannot go, I am not able

to be by her side, to shield her from the wrath

of the demons

that call to her and say

“follow us , quiet one

we know the answers to your questions”

“ask us, and we will tell

but there is a price you must pay

for our answers, the price is the time given to you”

“it will become our time”

at night she goes to a place, where i cannot go, i am not able

the place of joy, without reason, without cause

just joy

i cannot go there, i am told to stay beyond the gate

until i  can see, hear, feel the soft breeze

of this being, the one who was mine

but i cannot go there

at night she goes to a place where i cannot go, i am not able

i do not want the dark, the quiet the blue of the cold stars

my thoughts wander to the center

and tell me to forget her needs and  go

to a place where i am able

so be it

i will go

alone, without that

seeker of the dark night

i have no eyes

but i must cry

tears

that would burn the earth

beneath my feet

i have no eyes

yet i can see

all

i have no eyes

i have no eyes

yet …  do i see

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at night she goes to a place,   where i cannot go, i am not able

she sings the song of time

she goes to a quiet place

that lies

somewhere between

the roar of the suns

this place belongs to her alone,

you cannot go there

at night she goes to a place, where I cannot go, I am not able

to be by her side, to shield her from the wrath

of the demons

that call to her and say

“follow us , quiet one

we know the answers to your questions”

“ask us, and we will tell

but there is a price you must pay

for our answers, the price is the time given to you”

“it will become our time”

at night she goes to a place, where i cannot go, i am not able

the place of joy, without reason, without cause

just joy

i cannot go there, i am told to stay beyond the gate

until i  can see, hear, feel the soft breeze

of this being, the one who was mine

but i cannot go there

at night she goes to a place where i cannot go, i am not able

i do not want the dark, the quiet the blue of the cold stars

my thoughts wander to the center

and tell me to forget her needs and  go

to a place where i am able

so be it

i will go

alone, without that

seeker of the dark night

i have no eyes

but i must cry

tears

that would burn the earth

beneath my feet

i have no eyes

yet i can see

all

i have no eyes

i have no eyes

yet …  do i see

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ya gotta

sing your song loud and clear

lettum hear it across all time,

sing it true,  sing it blue

tell them all, who you be

ya gotta

see the the sky, all blue and gold

know  that just now

that train a comin’,

comin’ for you, and comin’ for me,

please don’t say you won’t go

because then you just don’t see,

don’t see the reason, that reason for being

among the center of all that be

ya gotta say your name, yell it out,

tell everyone that you been here

the dawn is close, it’ comin round

they have to know you be on that train

and smiling proud, smiles all around

ya gotta

be one with all those others

 who lived in

your time, spare you no quarter,

gave you no pity, took no prisoners

spoke their peace, then rode away,

on a road that had

no pity,

ya gotta be as one among the many,

can’t be no one else

sing your song, sing it loud

tell the stars that

you were here

ya gotta know

that that road is long, full of holes

ya can’t get round, don’t really want to,

they want to stop you

but you won’t have it,

got a job to do

without no pity

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When all the Flowers Speak your Name

do not reply, do not speak at all

just listen to their song

it is for you,

the chosen

the flowers know who will be

the one

the one to sing the song

for all,

when all the flowers speak your name

believe in them, trust their will

they have seen the end,

and the beginning,

they know the end of the sonnet

when all the flowers speak your name

speak not

just listen

to their song,

see their rainbow

inhale the scent,

just let the flowers be

let them be

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Artist Proofs......Notes to Self

                                                      Seminal

                                    1. original and influential,especially of ideas

                                        revolutionary for their time.

                                    2. containing or contributing to the seeds of

                                        later development.

The body of continuing work that I will be posting under the title Artist Proofs is

seminal for me. I don’t know about the first definition above.  Seems haughty and superior, but 

the second definition is dead nuts on. I hope. What I am doing is trying to bring 

together in my work, the analog and the digital realms of photography. I am at the

bottom of a very steep learning curve. I will include some narrative with each proof

and this will help clarify the image, and help me stay organized. I’m hardly a

trailblazer in this methodology. The real trailblazers have done all the footwork

and worked out most of the kinks. Now the job of the artist is to make things work.

There are a dizzying variety of ways that you can make a photograph. These Proofs are

just steps along the way. I’m a teacher so I thought some photographers out there

might be interested. Also, I will be glad to answer any questions and more importantly

if you have suggestions let me know. If you see that my technical handle is slipping

let me know. I’m always glad to take a lesson. I’ll put all these in a seperate tumblr

(eventually). Artist Proofs are Works in Progress.

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George Orwell "the other 99%"

in the recently published book “Diaries” by George Orwell, there is a comment made by Orwell that resonates in today’s political climate. In 2012 Orwell would be considered a lefty, liberal socialist who wants to be taken care of from cradle to grave. In his diaries he quotes one Lady Oxford who, in response to the German threat of invasion and bombing of june 1940 said, “ Most people have had to part with their cooks and live in hotels”

Orwell responded in his diary, “ Apparently nothing will ever teach these people that the other 99% of the population exists”.

purloined from a review of Orwell’s diaries by Craig Seligman published in the Houston Chronicle 8/19/12

I hope that someday I too will have a dancing horse in the olympics. Not very likely!

jack barnosky  one of the 99%ers

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Like a Field of Flowers

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soaked by the morning mist

I keep seeing the things I saw yesterday

I keep seeing their faces

as if in a future dream

the time, that time, is here,

the time is then, now, when

stay just a moment and feel the calm

lift up your head and see the shimmering void

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I know

i have worn many faces,

sung songs along the roadways

seen the stars at noon

but never have

i stopped to see the

tide, green in the moonlight

i know

the poems i write are

for you

alone

i know i dance

with many clowns

who poke and prod me

to give to you

that song i sing

but that song is sometimes

lost in the chaos

of the day

i know, i know

that song is the voice

of the stars

planets,

moons

and it is

for you

the moon is for you

the stars i give

freely

to you

alone

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When silence speaks to you

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Listen, Carefully. it knows your name

the silence comes once, and returns to it’s lair

the chance is gone

never to return

never again to hear the silence

above the roar of the cosmos

never to know the sight of forever

never to feel its warmth

be warned

the silence knows the way

you

do

not

nor do I

there is no guide, no pathfinder

it is left to each of us

to listen

for

the silence

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At the entrance my bare feet on the dirt floor. Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called to do this: to glorify things just because they are.

Czelaw Milosz

in a few sentences, Czelaw Milosz, Nobel Laureate, defines our existence as photographers

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tathata

borrowing “ from sanskrit we obtain the word "tat”, a cognate meaning “that”, and continue by describing the word as “tathata”, or simply “thatness”. it is the equivalent of refraining from indulging in language altogether, a semantic representation of shaking your head and pointing at the world. the universe is simply that, neither more nor less.

amy radcliff

benjamin radcliff

“understanding zen”

charles tuttle company

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[kristantiller]

Throughout my student days I always wanted to challenge my teachers and say, ” if you have the audacity to stand in front of this class and presume to teach me how to make art, then lets see what you have done”.

Jack Barnosky partially reblogged (via photochick21)