A Photographic Means (Dedicated to Berenice Abbott)
To widen our knowledge Of a world seen through camera's eye It's truly something to acknowledge An acquaintance of truth that will not die
Though it does sometimes fadeaway In the meantime, it teaches us of today There's an education in every photographic print If one looks hard enough and with a squint
With the inner dialog's indication Found in the visual art's facilitation It was clearly a tale of transformation Honest, contingent, and objective in communication
Photos offer a proper appeal in their summation About particular times and places, and their information Physics made somehow visually comprehensible And are as meant to be quite unforgettable
There was a genuine aesthetic in her composition An isolated neutrality available through interpretation That emphasizes the need for true artistic expression Without offering the least hint of her concessions
(c) April 1, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“[W]here there is no law, there is no liberty; and nothing deserves the name of law but that which is certain and universal in its operation upon all the members of the community.” – Benjamin Rush, letter to David Ramsay, 1788
Love has been the subject of great mystery Throughout all of mankind's fabled history Sometimes life's lessons have become legendary From Shakespeare to the Athenian tragedy
It's true what a thing it is, this fine mess That mortals confess as destructive in its excess We are all born to die, there is no exception Of this we can be certain in our expectation
There are times when things are best left behind Regardless of the push and pull that tugs in our minds It is best to learn to always live by what is true Be it of any age even as the most courtly of lovers do
The knightly code of conduct binds in its chivalry Those things we must do to be sung of in minstrelsy The ideal of honor is the kept word's solid reputation Of courage and with justice in its interpretation
Courtly love lived in an age of truest romance That was often arranged as a matter of rare finance Yet, a lover admire the coveted lady from afar Singing of her attested love under shining moon and star
Until loving notes would be exchanged in their ideal With signaled colors state their intentions to reveal Tristan and Isolde was such a tale from old Cornwall There in the pursuit of the relics leading to Camelot's fall
Dedicated as it was to a purer and higher sense of love That set its heart in adventures whisper from above A knight was in love with his beautiful white flower Cherished as she was in every minute of every hour
While victory might yet to be won and it should be had Bittersweet unto his death, the poisoned tip pierced sad Where true love passes Tristan as a child of sadness Whose birth and childhood was the substance of madness
Like every other true knight's life lived in service He gave his best to King Mark, in honor of his mistress And yet it is that the days of ennobled knightly lore That the giving of all is what a knight lived and died for
(c) March 30, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“I will remember that what has brought us up from savagery is a loyalty to truth, and truth cannot emerge unless it is subjected to the utmost scrutiny — will you not agree that a society which has lost sight of that, cannot survive?” – Learned Hand, jurist (27 Jan 1872-1961)
“Liberty can have nothing to fear from the judiciary alone, but would have everything to fear from its union with either of the other departments.” – Alexander Hamilton (1788)
“What you can imagine depends on what you know. Philosophers who know only philosophy consign themselves to a janitorial role in the great enterprises of exploration that are illuminating the mysteries of our lives.” – Daniel C. Dennett
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
