Living forever

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“Letters to A Young Poet”,  is a collection of ten letters written by Bohemian-Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) to Franz Xaver Kappus(1883–1966), a 19-year-old officer cadet at the Theresian Military Academy in Germany.

It is one of my favorite books. I have read it many times through and it has always been timely. Although it was written in 1929, almost a century ago, the lessons and musings gleaned from its pages remain  relevant…

Relevant, to a young woman who has just finished a very long career as a student…or a young woman who was on the brink of a new and scary life adventure…or a woman who wanted to forge out a career for herself. Most especially so for a young woman who had recently had her heart broken (but not quite), and was searching for a stable hold with which to weather out the emotional storm.

(All of these young women, are myself, at certain stages in my life.)

I did not come by reading Rilke by accident. No, it was more different story than that. At the time, I was with a young man, not much younger than myself, who I believe, loved words…

I loved stories, and I coaxed him shyly to tell me one, and on cue, this was the book that was nearest to him. In a voice that soothed my soul, he read to me the first chapter of the book.

It was a letter that talked about why one must write…a topic that was very dear to my heart…

“You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you – no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.

This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must”, then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse.

Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose. (Rainer Maria Rilke)

He might not have known it then, but my whole being was absorbed in that moment. That one time when he spoke, his words…Rilke’s words, touched me, and touched my heart. It was an unintentional caress, a balm for my soul. And in that moment, I knew that he, the boy,  would live forever…in my writing, my heart. #

 

 

“Strolling”

Bottle Boy and Girl Friend out for an afternoon stroll, Date unrecalled.

I was out by the sea one afternoon some time ago, and I saw this pair playing among the mangrove saplings. They were the only two kids there, so I followed them around, trying to see what they would do, while taking pictures of the area.

He held a bottle of beer, the contents of which we joked were probably milk or some other child’s beverage.We couldn’t help but chuckle because the brand of beer he had with him was a popular one, known to have a good “Kick”. Children in action always fascinate me, and this picture was just one of the many that I have taken of children in action over the years. 

These two could be siblings, or playmates, and  they look roughly the same age. Playtime at the beach edge was probably a daily activity for these kids. These two probably don’t get to play with their gadgets and devices all that often, but instead go out and have their own kind of outdoor fun. He, barefoot and cheeky, was looking at something on her back (or at her in fascination/amusement), while she, was nonchalantly walking. 

I, for one, would like to know what both of them were really thinking, and that would have made for a nice little story about kids. In the meantime, this is a photo of a simple life, on a simple beach, one beautiful afternoon. 🙂

Photo: Vintage Cameras

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Leaving. March 2012.


Is film photography dead?

I’m sure it is very much alive…just not here, where I’m from.

These photos were taken a few years ago, while I was still living in Manila. I had been told that in my hometown, they still had those machines that printed from film negatives.

Ironically, they closed down a year before I got back, and the only ones in our area was in a photography shop in Colon area in Cebu.

(Currently looking at places online…will update soonest!)

Love,

 

S.