Jack
crafts
No time for poetry but exactly what is.
writing details prose
Details are the Life of Prose.
truth saws
Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.
photography taken rainy-day
Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don't need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days...
angel talking rosary
A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street...
moving hands guy
It's pretty amazing to see a guy, while steering at the wheel, suddenly raise his little 300 dollar German camera with one hand and snap something that's on the move in front of him, and through an unwashed windshield at that. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958)
horse nice eye
Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like potry, see? Anybody don't like potry go home see television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the poets of the world. To Robert Frank I now give this message: You got eyes.
artist epic mad
How I wished I'd have had a camera of my own, a mad mental camera that could register pictorial shots, of the photographic artist himself prowling about for his ultimate shot - an epic in itself. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958)
eye age decay
...[the photographer] can be considered a kind of disembodied burrowing eye, a conspirator against time and its hammers. His work, print after print of it, seems to call to be shown before the decay which it portrays flattens all... Here are the records of the age before an imminent collapse.
girl wisdom want
"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.
crazy world i-realized
I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.
life giving-up yelling
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.
poet lays
I'd better be a poet Or lay down dead.
writing dark simple
I have the right ideas, but my words are too... complicated. I need to simplify them, so that people won't get lost in the dark when they see and hear them. I want them to shine like beacons of light in a world of overly complicated darkness. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.