Khalom

"How often people speak of art and science as though they were two entirely different things, with no..."

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 01:56:24 -0500

“How often people speak of art and science as though they were two entirely different things, with no interconnection. An artist is emotional, they think, and uses only his intuition; he sees all at once and has no need of reason. A scientist is cold, they think, and uses only his reason; he argues carefully step by step, and needs no imagination. That is all wrong. The true artist is quite rational as well as imaginative and knows what he is doing; if he does not, his art suffers. The true scientist is quite imaginative as well as rational, and sometimes leaps to solutions where reason can follow only slowly; if he does not, his science suffers.”

- Isaac Asimov

Good times.

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 02:15:22 -0400

Good times.

Fall Trek. Expired Film, 2012.

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 21:01:15 -0400

Fall Trek. Expired Film, 2012.

Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride I stretched...

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 22:56:00 -0400

Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride
I stretched my arms into the sky
I cry, “Babel, Babel look at me now,”
but the walls of my town they come crumbling down

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu is going viral with...

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 19:29:48 -0400

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu is going viral with his diagram of Iran’s nuclear progress today at the UN General Assembly.

[Source: BuzzFeed]

Photo

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 19:49:38 -0400

LaSalle from Train. Film, 2012.

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 21:49:20 -0400

LaSalle from Train. Film, 2012.

"And I reflected: pick any street. Add some indefinable quality to it. Is it only by the power of..."

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 21:06:00 -0400

“And I reflected: pick any street. Add some indefinable quality to it. Is it only by the power of sight - the vision of aspiration in eyeless things, humble things, struggling to be realized? I shall atone for them. And I reflected: an enchanting life. All in all, a mountain. Swarming with people, coming in and out like ants, making their living in the bowels of the earth. But each one of them knows: Jerusalem, thou art builded as a city that is compact together - and it is Jerusalem where I am. How singular, how wondrous, how privileged. To be so close to the central pivot of things. What a rare privilege, indeed. Everyone senses the miracle in his heart. But I, please God, when I grow up, will find out how to describe this miracle, all the miracles, in writing. I have to. Otherwise my life is no life.”

- Amalia Kahana-Carmon, N’ima Sassoon Writes Poems

I never did learn how to follow the rules I never was good at...

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 16:34:00 -0400

I never did learn how to follow the rules
I never was good at sleeping while the moon was full
I just lie and burn
Wreck my mind while the planet turns

"From Yavniel to the Sea of Galilee is an uphill climb over rough ground, through wild plumb trees..."

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 16:26:01 -0400

“From Yavniel to the Sea of Galilee is an uphill climb over rough ground, through wild plumb trees and thorn bushes which tear at the eyes. I held tight to my gun in case there was someone lurking in the shadows. I reached the summit of the mountain, and there was the Sea of Galilee spread out before me like a burnished mirror, smooth and soft as silk, a pleasure to look upon. The sun was reflected in its sparkling waters and I stood wonder-struck at the sight of it. The surrounding mountains are a sullen black. Black basalt rocks are scattered about as if they have at this moment been spewed up from the centre of the earth by some erupting volcano. To the eastwards, the mountains are steep and crumpled-seeming, for the floods have scored deep gashes in their sides. They tower over Galilee like sentinels. From there I could also see the Jordan as it flows out of Kinneret - the Sea of Galilee.”

- Shmuel Dayan, The Promised Land: Memoirs of Shmuel Dayan

Portfolio

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 16:16:24 -0400

Portfolio:

I am horrible at compiling my photos in a sensible and aesthetically pleasing manner. It’s overwhelming. But I am giving it another shot.

"We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction."

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 19:32:29 -0400

“We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.”

- Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

A Walk on the Beach. Upper Peninsula, 2012.

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 11:50:00 -0400

A Walk on the Beach. Upper Peninsula, 2012.

I’m as puzzled as the newborn childI’m as riddled...

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 23:46:26 -0400

I’m as puzzled as the newborn child
I’m as riddled as the tide
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or should I lie with death my bride?

And when the bell tolls for your last day, You’ll be...

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 13:22:00 -0400

And when the bell tolls for your last day,
You’ll be getting down on your knees to pray

"Behold, I go forward, but he is not there, and backward, but I do not percieve him; on the left hand..."

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 10:17:43 -0400

“Behold, I go forward, but he is not there, and backward, but I do not percieve him; on the left hand when he is working, I do not behold him; he turns to the right hand, but I do not see him. But he knows the way that I take; when he has tried me, I shall come out as gold. My foot has held fast to his steps; I have kept his way and have not turned aside. I have not departed from the commandment of his lips; I have treasured the words of his mouth more than my portion of food. But he is unchangeable, and who can turn him back? What he desires, that he does. For he will complete what he appoints for me, and many such things are in his mind. Therefore I am terrified at his presence; when I consider, I am in dread of him. God has made my heart faint; the Almighty has terrified me; yet I am not silenced because of the darkness, nor because thick darkness covers my face.”

- Job 23:8-17

Some birds’ feathers are too bright to be caged I know I’m not...

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 15:56:00 -0400

Some birds’ feathers are too bright to be caged
I know I’m not that colorful but a bird just the same
Open up your gate now, let me put down my load
So I can feel at ease and go back to my home

"The driver sat in his iron seat and he was proud of the straight lines he did not will, proud of the..."

Fri, 03 Aug 2012 20:33:51 -0400

“The driver sat in his iron seat and he was proud of the straight lines he did not will, proud of the tractor he did not own or love, proud of the power he could not control. And when that crop grew and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for its growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.”

- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

The cosmos… on the Fourth of July.

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 17:46:43 -0400

The cosmos… on the Fourth of July.

Sixth Floor View of Downtown Chicago. Winter, ‘10.

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 22:14:18 -0400

Sixth Floor View of Downtown Chicago. Winter, ‘10.