Bertrom.
@bertrom.bsky.social
In a past life, I was a film teacher, photographer, theatre director and film editor. Now a psychogeographer and Jungian explorer searching for my Anima, and some purpose.
Orcadians: Seven Impromptus. This series of paintings and drawings by artist Simon Manfield illustrates the poem ‘Orcadians: Seven Impromptus’ by George Mackay Brown, which was published in his first collection, The Storm, in 1954. simonmanfieldartist.co.uk/orcadians-se... Haunting and beautiful.
I’ve always been interested by people and water. Various formats.
Dignity and self respect go out of the window. Shit in a chair wash and piss in a cardboard bottle behind curtains that people appear through like manic pantomime performances throughout the day and night whilst being wired up like a demented marionette. It’s a weird performance.
Dignity and self respect. Out the window. Shit in a chair, piss in a cardboard bottle behind curtains that people appear through like manic pantomime performances throughout the day and night.
Anne Carson wins Nobel prize in literature – how she discovered new possibilities within language. apple.news/A_qwE7fKlSF2...
Anne Carson wins Nobel prize in literature – how she discovered new possibilities within language — The Conversation UK
At a time when scholarship and creative writing are often treated as separate pursuits, Carson has shown how deeply they belong together.
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This mornings quote from a nurse to a guy who won’t eat. “Jamie do you want to look at a piece of toast?”
Fascinated from early childhood with natural forms and textures, Barbara Hepworth decided at 15 to become a sculptor. Her earliest works were naturalistic. Purely formal elements gradually gained greater importance for her until her sculpture was entirely abstract.
My son did a painting when he was about four years old that looks like a Gerhard Richter..
The Letter. 2017. Charlotte Sorapure. The sleeping man is my husband the artist Saied Dai. The painting on the wall is a self-portrait, and the feeling I wanted was that of my watching over him.
In My Dreams Stevie Smith. In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away, Whither and why I know not nor do I care. And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter, And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.
Roger Mayne. ‘Photography involves two main distortions, the simplification into black and white and the seizing of an instant in time. It is this mixture of reality and unreality, and the photographer’s power to select, that makes it possible for photography to be an art.’
Empty spaces. A dreamlike fantasy or 'L'Année dernière à Marienbad / Last Year at Marienbad'. Alain Resnais. 1961. Screenplay by Alain Robbe-Grillet. Cinematography by Sacha Vierny.
Just ordered some Johan Deckmann self help books to keep me going...
Meta fiction. The Shadow of the Wind, the first of the quartet by Carlos Ruiz Zafón sent me on a literary and physical journey that resulted in a trip to locate The Cemetery of Forgotten Books in Barcelona. Echoes of Dickens, Tolstoy and Collins. A wonderful evocative journey.
Nick Turpin. Through a Glass Darkly. Beautiful expressionistic portraits of Londoners at their most bored, tired and exasperated.
Larry Towell. “My wife Ann and I had been digging and transplanting lilies from the front of this abandoned farmhouse down the road to where we live. We finished. She was tired and laid in the grass. The house is now gone. The walnut trees have been bulldozed and burned.”
Larry Towell. “My wife Ann and I had been digging and transplanting lilies from the front of this abandoned farmhouse down the road to where we live. We finished. She was tired and laid in the grass. The house is now gone. The walnut trees have been bulldozed and burned.”
Johatsu translates as evaporated people. A wonderful haunting book. www.theguardian.com/books/2026/j...
A conversation between one of the catering staff and a patient. Would you like breakfast? Yes please. Cornflakes, Rice Crispies or Weetabix? Weetabix please. Tea or coffee? Tea please. Sugar? Er I don’t think so. Oh yes you’re a diabetic aren’t you?
Aside from the rest of my problems I’ve been told I have atrial tachycardia. Terrible night. Clanging bell with surges every few seconds.
My teaching philosophy. “We will arrive at the universal not by abandoning our particularity but by turning it into a way of reaching others, by virtue of that mysterious affinity which makes situations mutually understandable.” Maurice Merleau-Ponty. Art: Michael Hayter.
Bernand Plossu. The Fresson charcoal process. “The Paris cinematheque formed me visually. I saw the films of Dreyer, Buñuel, Eisenstein, Bresson, Mizoguchi, Bergman and countless others. I didn’t go to my philosophy classes I went there and learned from the classics of cinema.”
Bernand Plossu. The Fresson charcoal process. “The Paris cinematheque formed me visually. I saw the films of Dreyer, Buñuel, Eisenstein, Bresson, Mizoguchi, Bergman and countless others. I didn’t go to my philosophy classes I went there and learned from the classics of cinema.”
Walter Benjamin. ‘Let no thought pass incognito, and keep your notebook as strictly as the authorities keep their register of aliens.’ He was at the heart of my dissertation and much of my approach to literature, photography and philosophy. A terrible loss at such a horrendous point in history.
‘Let no thought pass incognito, and keep your notebook as strictly as the authorities keep their register of aliens.’ He was at the heart of my dissertation and much of my approach to literature, photography and philosophy. A terrible loss at such a horrendous point in history.
Homo Sapiens. Nikolaus Geyrhalter “The world began without man, and it will complete itself without him.” Claude Levi-Strauss Empty spaces, ruins, cities, overgrown with vegetation, crumbling asphalt. Now abandoned and decaying. x.com/bertrom/stat...
Homo Sapiens. Nikolaus Geyrhalter “The world began without man, and it will complete itself without him.” Claude Levi-Strauss Empty spaces, ruins, cities, overgrown with vegetation, crumbling asphalt. Now abandoned and decaying.
