Tara Monjazeb, Drinking Coffee in a Church, in The Atlantic
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Jonas Mekas
- As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty
2000
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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000) dir. Jonas Mekas
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fragment from “As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty”, dir. by Jonas Mekas, 2000
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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000) - dir. Jonas Mekas
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Why record a flower? What’s the point? They’re ephemeral, they’re never the same from day to day, they’re so brief, there are so many of them. Incremental change, inevitable loss. Their scale is both too large and too small. I’ve never before wanted to write about them, except that I am noticing them now, and the way they make me feel time, make me see time. On their bodies I see time much more clearly and poignantly than I see it on my own. And yet my body, too, is in time, and its season is indefinite. It, too, is just one of so many. “Flesh dreams toward permanence,” wrote the poet and essayist Mark Doty, who survived the AIDS epidemic but buried many people he loved and wrote about it. He writes also about the natural world, the ocean, lemons, painting. In Still Life with Oysters and Lemon, a meditation on still life portraiture that is also a meditation on loss, he writes, “Description is an inexact, loving art, and a reflexive one; when we describe the world we come closer to saying what we are.”
Jordan Kisner, Vanitas, in The Paris Review
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From As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, Jonas Mekas (2000)
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