David Linton

songs for tomorrow

Bridegroom

Bridegroom

Bridegroom extract
Aiguille

Aiguillette d'Argentière

Experiments in absence

I dream of an image to fall in love with.

This man, this man. He walks between darkness and light!

 

The ground crumbles under feet ...

 

 

Calanus

For dinner at the golf club, no 'jeans'. So, we all wear my dad's clothes, shoes and all.

Inadvertently, my mother gets to look at a version of my dad, two generations younger.

 

 

Dinner at the Golf Club

Horse Tree

'Their custom was, as soon as they arrived at a certain age, or that

they saw themselves threatened by any disease, to cause a funeral

pile to be erected for them, and on the top a stately bed, where,

after having joyfully feasted their friends and acquaintance, they

laid them down with so great resolution, that fire being applied to

it, they were never seen to stir either hand or foot; and after this

manner, one of them, Calanus by name; expired in the presence of

the whole army of Alexander the Great.'

 

(Montaigne)

 

And not knowing quite what to do, the soldiers blew their trumpets

to mark the occasion.

 

Maybe the camera is the modern version of a trumpet.

 

 

Piccadilly Circus

that one hand might touch another ...

Bermondsey, London

         ?

 

 

Lavender Tree #1 and #2

Robert lives up above Aberglaslyn in North Wales and without electricity;

the wind-up radio brings the French radio station, 'France Bleu'.

 

Lili 1720 Aged 60 (heart)

 

A gravestone unique for being of rough slate

and inscribed, presumably by her beloved,

simply with a heart.

 

Strangely, it started to rain so suddenly

that the negative itself became streaked

with water.

 

 

Method for preparing paper negatives:

Pre-expose sufficiently to achieve the first

distinguishable shade of grey.

This renders the imperceptible as perceptible.

 

Can I so nudge the invisible?

It’s no fun if you don’t reply.

Maybe you have only sheets of black paper.

 

The typewriter was invented in 1801 by Pellegrino Turri for the young

woman he fell in love with, Countess Carolina Fantoni da Fivizzano, who

had become blind. This used carbon black paper.

If you type on black paper, the copy can be read.

...

The photograph is also copy.

distrahere

 

To pull apart. This is what happens in old age, with dementia, with the loss of memory, or rather the loss of the connections between memories. Distrahere, dis - apart, trahere - to pull. It is from this that we get the word, distract. 'Unglued', you might say. And the opposite? To glue? Is this what we spend our lives doing?

my parents

and my children

A strawberry, reconstructed.

The illusion is not lost. I do not hide

my brush strokes. The black and

white image of a strawberry becomes

red again, by my hand.

Strawberry, reconstructed

 Strawberry, reconstructed

As I sit on the train, I am reminded of how it is for a horse.

 

We are compelled, like a horse, to look at the world sideways.

 

Blinkers that a man might put on a working horse, I am told, are not

just so that the horse cannot see to the side; it is so that it cannot see

much at all.

 

So too, we can look around us and realise that we can only look at

those around us sideways.

 

To meet another, one has to approach not from the front, nor from

behind, but from the side.

 

Looking at the world, like a horse.

 

 

From sound, from vibration that emanates out, from a song, the Universe

comes flowing forth into the great ocean of reality, and so the humble

cow herder can enjoy the pleasure and the passions of reality and relish in

the wonder of creation. (A Hindu idea on creation)

 

As a wedding present, in China, what art can you give? Not an image of

someone else's happiness; you cannot compare. Not a Venus. A cow then,

rich in nature's delight. We have these in Switzerland, but they are all inside

now for the Winter. In Wales they are still out, but no longer by the

lake side as they are in the summer. I was looking to find one. I find by the

sea or in fields fenced in. In the summer, I see them free by the lake. But

not this time. In the end I take a cow to the lake. I wished it so. The cow

arrives into this reality, out of the song of two birds; the birds themselves

are not of this reality, but of another place. There is another metaphor.

Unlike Botticelli's foamy sea, there is stillness here. Suitable perhaps for

the couple on their marriage day. You might say that as we struggle, we

are in the middle of a lake. At some point when tending someone you

love, you reach the edge of the lake, and you look at each other with such

joy at the stillness.

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