Architecture of Cities: Mapping Beauty XXII

Truthful Fiction

Alchemists sweep into the chambers: Mozart descends: The Magic Flute is heard.

The genius is followed as in tow: A dozen draped in drab transparency: There is a pause: The cabal of mystics circle the composer: The serious crucibles and unknown apparatus fill the known perimeter: The maestro plays.

A pause in progress: A whispering chant ensues: “Ring Around the Rosies” echos: The science and creative music that is Mozart is thrust into centuries ahead: The alchemists’ manifest potions for greatness:

Whispers are heard: Whispers are seen: Invention is about- -the music plays: We picture whispers: We begin to see what we hear. In Ingmar Bergman’s Cries and Whispers we heard Chopin’s Mazurka in A Minor: A mere assembly of chords stirred the elixirs- -mystic senses imagined:

Leonard Bernstein’s Westside Story was a cinematic first: The ears leaned to hear the code of the streets: A call from the New York wilds beckoned:

The Beatles never hesitated to grab our ears as the initial  jarring chords awakened our eyes to

A Hard Days Night:

Who was not romanced as Robert DeNiro sparred alone to the Intermezzo from Pietro Mascagni’s Cavalleria Rusticana:

Dizzy Gillespie’s cheeks blasted: A myriad of senses walked into The Cool World: The authentic Harlem: Foreign territory- -life emboldened  for some.

In the Mood for Love- -Yumeji’s  Shigeru Umebayashi tempts our romantic core. We forever move to keys of life.

Music, the ultimate lure: Exotica or mere romance: Sensory perceptions invite you extend your beliefs: To lend your arms and feet to dance Anthony Quinn’s Zorba’s Dance.

The alchemy that accompanies my captures is a consciousness of great joy: Most importantly the musical sound from movies heard speaks as a companion might along my million mile walk: Tens of thousands of movies reveal a chord or string of notes that set a stage for more to happen.

My eyes live in a constant tilt and shift: It is part of an emotional lure towards captures but yes it is the music that tends to inform what the camera is privileged to see- -The confession is not mine alone- –

The great photographers (and there are certainly many in this category) Eugene Smith and Ansel Adams come to mind- -They  have addressed the importance of music in their lives in their photography> I am merely a naive with a camera- – Like a two year old lured by something colorful or candy- -cinema is my candy colored magic- -it narrates my life’s movements- -my life’s composition. A photographer is never alone: He/she is transported through time and millenniums to make sense of what they see- -drawn/lured by what they hear.

If for a fraction of your life you freeze frame moments in Fellini’s 8 1/2, Orson Welles’ A Touch of Evil, and Godards’ Breathless you may see what I dream to accomplish: Sound and fury, peace and philosophy in one single frame: The three and more films have multiple moments that stolen my eyes- -frozen my ambitions>and then there is more:

We see what we can imagine: If to imagine traveling a million miles to dream is my reality- -so be it: I have lived with an imaginary  army of alchemists for decades: Each day an elixir: Each day an invention from the mind: Each day I hear the tension on my cameras shutter-release: I feel what  Fellini, Welles have seen what they have heard: I have tried to manner their potions:

I travel to where the music plays: Japan, Greece, Sweden France across this continent and more to feel that tension atop my shutter-release- -to breathe what I see: if my circle of alchemists make potions and hypothesis real- -the pleasure of the madness will gather:

I would dance naked atop the whales of the seven seas for that pleasure: Magic lives: One day what is captured will be erased or vanquished