Artesian well, a 'well made by boring into the earth till the instrument reaches water, which, from internal pressure, flows spontaneously like a fountain. It is usually of small diameter and often of great depth.'
Great ideas have been in want lately, for in my search for them they have been few and far between. But over the past week some pretty thoughtful quotes showed up in the Poetry Speaks calendar.
Like Artesian wells, they reflect those fine ounces of inspiration that are frequently stumbled upon only after much boring through dry, arid earth.
And these rare instances do not flow as rapid rivers do, but spring towards the heavens delicately, yet forcefully with much focus and depth of insight.
"Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared an forever all your own."
"A poem always has elements of accident about it, which can be made the subject of inquest afterwards, but there is always a risk in conducting your own inquest: you might begin to believe the coroner in yourself rather than put your trust in the man in you who is capable of the accident."
The picture above was taken during Biology class on monday. Phak Hoe turned on the tap and a fountain of water emerged out of the rubber tube. He was leaning on the sink.
Here, I have increased contrast to sharpen the fountain and soften Phak Hoe. I have also reduced saturation, bordering between colour and black & white to give it a more subdued look.
Going to the Forest Research Institute of Malaysia (FRIM) in Kepong with the class tomorrow. The debate finals (motion: the Department of Environment is ineffective in conserving the environment) are also on in the morning. All the best, guys!
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Posted by SimianD at 10:42 PM