Photo courtesy of Yelena Kadeykina, colour-graded and de-noised with permission
I wasn’t going to write this week, but receiving the above image by email has made me itchy. Yelena is a gifted, if untrained, photographer, and the above is a gem. To think it was shot with a rather common mobile phone… This is probably the most justified use of the Dutch angle I’ve ever seen, and the composition is immaculate. I also love the sinister yellow-green cast, the result of fluorescent street lighting amplifying the hue of the dorm/bay window paint.
What I thought about when looking at it was the significance of corners and lines; and two poems, one American, the other one an English classic, came to mind.
When you turn the corner
And you run into yourself
Then you know that you have turned
All the corners that are left
Langston Hughes, (1920s?)
The definition of love
[last two stanzas]
As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
Andrew Marvell (circa 1650)
The corners that we turn and the corners that straighten up before we even go into them…
A good weekend to all.
4 thoughts on “The CORNER HOUSE”
Misprint in Hughes name
Is turning the last corner a metaphor for the last journey?
The way I see it, the poet articulates his pessimism about the human condition in general, not specifically the issue of mortality. One manages to arrest one’s decline (turn the corner) a few times and then one runs into one’s limitations. Clint Eastwood’s Dirty Harry expressed it perfectly…