A World Devoid of Color
“It’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange
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The Sources of Reverie
“A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain at work, and produces in the mind a soft, fresh vapor that corrects the all too angular contours of pure thought, fills up the gaps and intervals here and there, binds them together, and dulls the sharp corners of ideas… Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie it’s pleasure.”
―Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Photographers Unknown, Pairs of Guys Caught in a Moment
“It is the dull eventless times that have no duration whatever. A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy – that’s the time that seems long in memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.”
—John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Images from a Collection: Just…Muckin’ Aboot
“It was so fine we lingered there for hours.
The long broad streets shone strongly after rain.
Sunset blinded the tremble of the crane
we watched from, dazed the heliport-towers.
The mile-high buildings flashed, flushed, greyed, went dark,
greyed, flushed, flashed, chameleons under flak
of cloud and sun. The last far thunder-sack
ripped and spilled its grumble. Ziggurat-stark,
a power-house reflected in the lead
of the old twilight river leapt alive
lit up at every window, and a boat
of students rowed past, slid from black to red
into the blaze. But where will they arrive
with all, boat, city, earth, like them, afloat?”
—Edwin Morgan, Clydegrad, Sonnets from Scotland, 1984
Born in Glasgow’s West End in April of 1920, Scottish poet and translator Edwin George Morgan was associated with the Scottish Renaissance, the modernist literary movement which incorporated folk influences and held a strong concern for Scotland’s declining languages.
Edwin Morgan entered the University of Glasgow in 1937, where he studied Russian and French. During World WAr II, his studies were interrupted by his service as a conscientious objector member of the Royal Army Medical Corps in Egypt, the Lebanon, and Palestine. Morgan continued his studies after the war and graduated in 1947 with a first class Honors degree in English Language and Literature. Upon graduating, he took an offer as a lecturer in the English Department of Glasgow University; he was appointed a full professor in 1975 and retired from the university in 1980.
Morgan first published his work in the High School of Glasgow Magazine in 1936 under the name ‘Kaa’, and continued that nom de plume for his published work in the Glasgow University Magazine. Working after the war as translator and reviewer, he reverted to his own name in works published in a variety of periodicals.
Morgan’s first collection of poems entitled “The Vision of Cathkin Braes” and his translation of “Beowulf” were both published in 1952. For fifty years, he continued the dual task of publishing his own work and translating others’ work from Russian, French, Italian, and Old English.
Edwin Morgan’s “A Second Life”, published in 1968, contained subjects which ranged from the marginalized populations of Glasgow and the misery of the tenements to times of laughter in the city and the famous lives of personalities such as Edith Pilaf and Marilyn Monroe. “A Second Life” became the volume that established his importance and signaled a private change and a public achievement in his life. In 1963 Morgan met and had fallen in love with John Scott, to whom he remained attached until Scott’s death in 1978. Though a concealed love due to the laws at the time, this union and Morgan’s discovery of the Beat poets’ writings formed a new awakening for him.
Morgan’s wide reading habit, his love of the cinema, and his defined musical taste all contributed to his poetry. He was always inquisitive and interested in the changes to technology and science, the whole history of the earth, and
the dynamism of invention. A master of the classic form of poetry, Morgan continued through his career to invent new verse forms from his first concrete poems in 1963, which relies for part of its effect on the visual impact in the arrangement of words and spaces on the page, to the new stanzaic forms in his 2002 “Cathures”, with its poems’ cadence set to music, both classical and jaxx.
Throughout his early career Edwin Morgan had kept his sexuality hidden as homosexuality was not decriminalized in Scotland until 1980. At the age of seventy, he revealed his sexuality in the 1990 work “Nothing Not Giving Messages”, a collection of talks, poems and interviews, in which was included an interview with the Scottish poet and novelist Christopher Whyte about Morgan’s life and orientation.
Edwin Morgan’s work has received a number of prestigious accolades and has assumed an increasingly public role. In 1999 he became Glasgow’s first official Poet Laureate and a year later received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry. In 2004, Morgan became Scotland’s first official national poet or ‘Scots Makar’, who is charged with ‘representing and promoting Scots poetry’.
In the years after his appointment to the Glasgow laureateship, Morgan was an active supporter of the repeal of Section 28, a law passed in 1988 that stopped councils and schools from “promoting the acceptability of homosexuality as a pretended family relationship”. In many public appearances he criticized Church and business leaders for their support of the ‘Keep the Clause’ campaign. This endorsement of gay rights and inclusive attitudes to social and cultural difference characterized Morgan’s publicly liberal stance in the 1990s and into the twenty-first century. Edwin Morgan died in Glasgow on August 19, 2010.
Additional information on the life of Edwin Morgan, as well as a small collection of complete poems, can be found at the Scottish Poetry Library located at: https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poet/edwin-morgan/
The Parts and Pieces Making a Whole: Set One
“Here I, for instance, quite naturally want to live, in order to satisfy all my capacities for life, and not simply my capacity for reasoning, that is, not simply one twentieth of my capacity for life. What does reason know? Reason only knows what it has succeeded in learning (some things, perhaps, it will never learn; this is a poor comfort, but why not say so frankly?) and human nature acts as a whole, with everything that is in it, consciously or unconsciously, and, even it if goes wrong, it lives.”
―Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground
The Sunday Brunch Images
Sunday Brunch Bloodies:
1. Place ice cubes in a large glass
2. Pour in two fingers of vodka
3. Fill glass almost to top with V-8
4. Season with: 2 drops Tabasco, 4 drops Worcestershire, ½ tsp. horseradish, 1 tsp. lime juice
5. Add wedge of lime, stir and drink
6. Repeat as needed
Photographers Unknown, Living One’s Own Life
“I won’t tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world’s voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!”
—Oscar Wilde
Photographers Unknown, The Faces of Man: Photo Set Four
“He no longer saw the face of his friend Siddhartha, instead he saw other faces, many, a long sequence, a flowing river of faces, of hundreds, of thousands, which all came and disappeared, and yet all seemed to be there simultaneously, which all constantly changed and renewed themselves, and which were still all Siddhartha.”
-Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Photographer Unknown, Parva Scaena (Brief Scenes): Set Two
“Again, there were maidens who cherished the firm belief that he had come from the sea. Because within his breast could be heard the roaring of the sea. Because in the pupils of his eyes lingered the mysterious and eternal horizon that the sea leaves as a keepsake deep in the eyes of all who are born at the seaside and forced to depart from it. Because his signs were sultry like the tidal breezes of full summer, fragrant with the smell of seaweed cast upon the shore.”
― Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask
Photographers Unknown, Ten Black and Whites for the Evening
“Your story is not a picture of life; it lacks the elements of truth. And why? Simply because you run straight on to the end; because you do not analyze. Your heroes do this thing or that from this or that motive, which you assign without ever a thought of dissecting their mental and moral natures. Our feelings, you must remember, are far more complex than all that. In real life every act is the resultant of a hundred thoughts that come and go, and these
you must study, each by itself, if you would create a living
character.”
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Ten Images from the “A Hint of Blue” Series
“One colour. One word. So many shades. The color of african skin, of shadow on snow, of a jay’s throat, the color of saxophones at dusk, of orbiting police lights smeared across tenement windows, of a flame’s intestines, of the faint tracery of veins visible beneath the ghost-flesh of her forearm’s underside, of loneliness, of melancholy. The blues.”
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Photographers Unknown, Ten Images from the Black and White Collection
“There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion. This is how you live a life in two days. And if you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
Twelve Images for Your Sunday Morning
“How necessary Sundays have become. I reach for them like sleeping lovers on the other side of my earth or my mattress.”
― Darnell Walker