The art of photography is about angling for the classic
beauty and rendering its ideal real--capturing the
epic "arete" that has inspired from
the dawn of time,
all the while knowing that Melville's "ungraspable phantom of life"
free, inspiring the next shoot. --Dr. E
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
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A picture's worth a thousand words, and those words ought
tell beauty's classic, epic story. --Dr. E
|While the fleet of foot Achilles was drawing his great sword from his sheath, the Goddess Athene came to him from heaven, sent forth of the white-armed goddess Hera, whose heart loved both alike and had care for them. --Homer's Iliad|
Nil sine magno vita labore dedit mortalibus. o Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work. o Book I, satire ix, line 59 --HORACE
...loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. o As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in the morrow. o Book I, ode xi, line 8 --HORACE
How would you like to stand like a God before the crest of a monster
billow, always rushing to the bottom of a hill and never reaching its
base, and to come rushing in for a half mile at express speed, in
graceful attitude, until you reach the beach and step easily from the
wave? -- Duke Kahanamoku
A man ought to do what he thinks is right. If everything isn't black and white, I say, 'Why the hell not?' -- John "The Duke" Wayne
Caught in the breakers, in the air I fly,|
Towards wild white surf kissing shimmering sand.
Wind snaps the sail taught, the waves I defy,
Yet I'm drawn towards the line where water meets land,
For we only know one by the other,
The black words defined by the white borders,
As indifferent nature is man's mother,
Chaos emboldens the rarer order.
And out on that board I feel so alone,
In the blue, greeted by but reflection,
It's by nature our uniqueness is known,
Fleeting beauty caught by time's direction.
Words are but the immortal part of me,
Struggling from the fleeting thought to break free.
--Dr. E aka The Photographer With No Name
THE MOST PERFECT SILENCE|
I know where the most perfect silence is,
Seen it in the wild blue off Hatteras,
A mile out, rainbowed sails in silent bliss,
Looked like they'd collide, but they safely passed.
I know when the most perfect silence is,
Down a dusty Ohio road, high noon,
No shirt on, being burned by the sun's kiss,
Sixteen, takin' my time-- it was still June.
I know what the most perfect silence is,
It's what we say when falling out of love,
It roars and thunders right through the kiss,
Says all that no words can ever speak of.
I know why the most perfect silence is,
It is there for the whisper to be born,
The whisper in her ear became the kiss,
Just a dream in DC early one morn.
I know who the perfect silence is for,
It is for the ones whom we love the best,
It is there to protect them from our core,
By the silent trust we all seek to rest.
And I know how rare that silence can be,
With everyone talkin', it's hard to hear,
But I know I felt it, on the streets of DC,
The sound in her eyes-- it was crystal clear.
And it brought back to mind the rainbowed sails,
And the way it looked like they would collide,
Like two souls set upon fate's iron rails,
But the most perfect silence never died.
(Chinese Translation by M.)
Die meist perfekte Stille,
ich weiss, wo die perfekte Stille ist,
|Was this the face that launched a thousand ships? --Christopher Marlowe, 1593|
Ulysses, noble son
of Laertes, are you going to fling yourselves into your ships and
be off home to your own land in this way? Will you leave Priam and
the Trojans the glory of still keeping Helen, for whose sake so many
of the Achaeans have died at Troy, far from their homes? Go about
at once among the host, and speak fairly to them, man by man, that
they draw not their ships into the sea. --Homer's Iliad
MEPHIST. Faustus, this, or what else thou shalt desire, Shall be perform'd in twinkling of an eye. Re-enter HELEN. FAUSTUS. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium-- Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- [Kisses her.] Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!-- Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colours on my plumed crest; Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss. O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appear'd to hapless Semele; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms; And none but thou shalt be my paramour! [Exeunt.] --Christopher Marlowe's Doctor Faustus, 1593
|"Nothing can be revoked or said in vain nor unfulfilled if I should nod my head." Lines 526-527, The Iliad, Zeus to Thetis, the mother of Achilles|
The rising generation is longing for classical epics. Somewhere away out there, beyond the desert's shimmering mirage, the High Plains Drifter is heading back on home.
My name is Dr. E, and I love surfing & classic Westerns. I love The Odyssey, Hamlet, and Dante's Inferno, for there are no higher adventures nor greater waves. I love those lonely Malibu mornings like we had just last week, when the waves Thunder on down like that Old Testament God from Sergio Leone's Fistful of Dollars. Johnny Cash salutes him in "When the man comes around," and I hear that Him in those waves, thundering like horses with white manes.
Odysseus returns on home, or The Man With No Name rides on into town, as humble beggars and prophets and poets. And they always push the stranger to the edge--calling on down the Thunder.
The Best. Movie. Ever. & The. Best. Score. Ever.
Sergio Leone's Fistful of Dollars.
Time's relentless, towering waves will toss and
twist you--hurl you up
you down--unless you learn how to ride 'em. And you ain't gonna do that
on shore. You might think it's safe sitting there, but ain't nobody out
of time's reach--Time's waves wash over all, leaving us as we
before we began.
Even if you spend your life in a Cave with the TV turned on, thinking the shadows are etenrity's reality, time's tide will tell you otherwise. Witness the duel in The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly--hear the score by Ennio Morricone--and see what eternal art is about.
And make no mistake--they're gonna tell you it ain't safe out there--that it's safer in a cubicle, with a pension and benefits. Call the bluff and catch the wave--45 SURF.
There's so much talk these days obscuring the simple. So much emphasis
on the superficial, obscuring the soul. So much time spent trying to
string eternity's bow with fleeting fads and pop psychology. So many
dancing on the cave's wall, bickering over a reality that ain't even
THE GOOD, THE BAD, & THE UGLY
Well, 45 SURF is about calling 'em out. It's about calling the bluff and reading The Odyssey and the Gospels and Hamlet and Dante's Inferno for yourself--then we can talk. For there's a difference between standing on shore and watching, and riding that wave--and until you've owned the risk, you'll never own the reward. Until you stand where I've stood, there's so need for you to talk 'bout shouldn't and should.
|"What if," I found myslef wondering while surfing off of Hatteras in NC one Autumn, "What if the fourth dimension was moving relative to the three spatial dimesnions. Then matter could surf it, and yet stay in one place, just as the surfer stays in one place relative to the wave, but moves towards the shore. And so it is that 45 SURF is also all about Dr. E's Moving Dimensions Theory--a theory which calls String Theory's en route to unifying quantum mechanics and relativity via a simple postulate--the fourth dimension is expanding relative to the three spatial dimensions. The equivalence between mass and energgy, given by E=mc2, arises because photons are matter that "surfs" the expanding fourth dimension. The first treatment of MDT was given in Dr. E's dissertation on an artificial retina for the blind.|
45SURF is about a return to the Classics. A return to simplicity and
Truth's Beauty. It's about living by that higher code of honor shared
by Dante, Odysseus, Socrates, and Jesus--by John Wayne and the Man
No Name. It's about taking the hard,
long road both there and back, as only in the realm of rugged adventure
is our Character ever born. 45 Surf is all about bringing back the
handshake, a man's word, and a woman's infinite, deeper beauty.
"Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur michi," was how Dante put it. "Here is one greater than me who inspires me." Do you know who he was talking about? Beatrice.
From Carolina to California, there's a vast longing for rugged, higher
adventure--for rugged men and rugged women who can take the time to lay
it on the line. Rugged beauty is where it's at.
Look around and you will notice that the Classic Western is no longer made. The Paramount Ranch in Malibu is a ghost town--like the abandoned neighborhood of a forgotten factory.
And yet, there is something that cannot be banned--your soul yet yearns for that greater dream--to know that far deeper love that Dante felt for Beatrice, that Odysseus felt for Penelope; that buoyed those words through time and translation; as the waves bouy the surfer who learns to ride those entities so many fear. So it is with the Great Books and Classics--you'll never know them from the shore--they're the highest adventures you'll ever know. For while climbing a mountain can let you see miles and miles, reading a classic lets you glimpse eternity.
|I see so many in LA who have lost faith, and they don't even know it--so it is that those who have not, even that is taken away. I see so many who have given up, and they don't even know it. So many who expect nothing, and think that it makes no difference--to think, to be, to take action--so many who think they know what surfing is from watching shadows on a cave's wall--so many who think they know what the Bible is from what someone told them--so many who think they know physics and philosophy from a cereal box--so many who think they know love by feeling lone, sans thought's abstract, higher integrity--so many who have never read the Odyssey nor seen A Fistful of Dollars and The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, and realized that Sergio Leone and and Homer were one and the same--two kindred souls, spearated by thousands of years--drawn towards faith and the family--towards the awesome Wonder of that Old Testament's God's thunder. So many who have been cheated on and lied to tehir whole lives, becuase they never knew that you've got to lay it on the line--that ain't noone--especially no Lotus Eater--is ever gonna do it for you. Welcome to 45 SURF.|
|And yet, there is something that cannot be banned--your soul yet yearns for that greater dream--to know that far deeper love that Dante felt for Beatrice, that Odysseus felt for Penelope; that buoyed those words through time and translation; as the waves bouy the surfer who learns to ride those entities so many fear. So it is with the Great Books and Classics--you'll never know them from the shore--they're the highest adventures you'll ever know. For while climbing a mountain can let you see miles and miles, reading a classic lets you glimpse eternity.|
|Make no mistake. 45SURF is about that renaissance that has been a long time coming. So go pick up a copy of Dante's Inferno. Go read Fitzgerald's translation of The Odyssey. Go read the Constitution and The Declaration of Independence. o read Einstein's original words and papers--he wrote them for you--and within his words, yu dahll see more than beauty--you shall see a rugged, classic sincerity, shared by every immortal poet from Adam on down. And we're bringing it on back. Enough String Theory and postmodern poetry--the Renaissance is a rising. Many are called. . .|
A vast, mysterious beauty surrounds us. Reach out for it as it
passes on by. Call the bluff. Catch the wave. Own the risk--own the
risk of a
For being born into this world was the greatest risk you'll ever take. Now all you've gotta do is own that life, or else life will own you. Live your dreams, as they were given as a most unique gift, and if you don't see 'em through, ain't noone gonna do it for you.
Sometimes you've got to think like a surfer--lie low, go with the flow,
and ride the wave. And sometimes you've got to be the cowboy--ride into
town, call the bluff, and face the music in the showdown. But surfer or
cowboy, you've go to own the risk--the risk of the renaissance.
"When a man with 45 meets a man with a rifle, you said, the man with a pistol's a dead man. Let's see if that's true. Go ahead, load up and shoot." --Sergio Leone's Fistful of Dollars
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Audacibus annue coeptis.
-- Look with favor upon a bold beginning.
-- Georgics, Book I, line 40
Ab uno disce omnes. - From one example, learn all.
Aegrescit medendo. - The disease worsens with treatment.
Aegri somnia vana. - A sick man's dream; hallucination.
Aequam memento rebus in arduis servare mentem. - Remember to maintain a calm mind while doing difficult tasks.
Ut varias usus meditando extunderet artis paulatim. -- Practice and thought might gradually forge many an art. -- Georgics, Book I, line 133
Amor vincit omnia. - Love conquers all.
Arma virumque cano.- I sing of arms and a man.
Aspirat primo Fortuna labori. - Fortune favors upon one's first effort.
Cantantes licet usque (minus via laedit) eamus. --Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious. --Book IX, line 64, Ecologues
Omnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori. --Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to love. --Book X, line 69, Ecologues
Audentes fortuna iuvat. - Fortune favors the bold.
Fama crescit eundo. - The rumor grows as it goes.
Fama volat. - Rumor flies.
Fata viam invenient. - The Fates will find a way.
Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. - Happy is he who has been able to learn the causes of things.
Labor omnia vincit. - Work overcomes all things.
Ne cede malis. - May you not give way to evil things.
Non omnes possumus omnia. - We cannot all do everything.
Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes. - Whatever it is, I fear Greeks bearing gifts.
Sic itur ad astra. - Such is the path to the stars.
VIRGIL'S AENEID: * Improbe Amor, quid non mortalia pectora cogis! o Translation: O tyrant love, to what do you not drive the hearts of men. o Book IV, line 412 * Varium et mutabile semper femina. o Translation: A woman is an ever fickle and changeable thing. o Book IV, line 569 * Possunt, quia posse videntur. o Translation: They can because they think they can. o Literal translation: They are able because they seem (are seen) to be able. o Book V, line 231 * Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. o Translation: Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly. o Book VI, line 95 * Facilis descensus Averni: noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras. hoc opus, hic labor est. o Translation: It is easy to go down into Hell; Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - There's the rub, the task. o Book VI, line 126 * Quisque suos patimur Manes. o Translation: Each of us suffers his own spirit. o Variant translation: Each of us bears his own Hell. o Book VI, line 743 * Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo. o Translation: If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell. o Book VII, line 312 * Audentes fortuna iuvat o Translation: Fortune favours the brave. o Book X, line 284 * Experto credite. o Translation: Trust one who has gone through it. o Book XI, line 283 o Often quoted as "experto crede". --Virgil's Aeneid
So said he, and grief came upon Peleus' son the great Achilles, and his
heart within his
shaggy breast was divided in counsel, whether to draw his keen blade
from his thigh and set the company aside and so slay Atreides, or to
assuage his anger and curb his soul. While yet he doubted thereof in
heart and soul, and was drawing his great sword from his sheath,
the Goddess Athene
came to him from heaven, sent forth of the white-armed goddess Hera,
whose heart loved both alike and had care for them. She stood behind
Peleus' son and caught him by his golden hair, to him only visible, and
of the rest no man beheld her. Then Achilles marvelled, and turned him
about, and straightway knew Pallas Athene; and terribly shone her eyes.
He spake to her winged words, and said: "Why now art thou come hither,
thou daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus? Is it to behold the insolence of
Agamemnon, son of Atreus. Yea, I will tell thee that I deem shall even
be brought to pass: by his own haughtinesses shall he soon lose his
Then the bright-eyed goddess Athene spake to him again: "I came from heaven to stay thine anger, if perchance thou wilt hearken to me, being sent forth if the white-armed goddess Hera, that loveth you twain alike and careth for you. Go to now, cease from strife, and let not thine hand draw the sword; yet with words indeed revile him, even as it shall come to pass. For thus will I say to thee, and so it shall be fulfilled; hereafter shall goodly gifts come to thee, yea in threefold measure, by reason of this despite; hold thou thine hand, and hearken to us."
And Achilles fleet of foot made answer and said to her: "Goddess, needs must a man observe the saying of you twain, even though he be very wroth at heart; for so is the better way. Whosoever obeyeth the gods, to him they gladly hearken."
He said, and stayed his heavy hand on the silver hilt, and thrust the great Sword back into the sheath, and was not disobedient to the saying of Athene; and she forthwith was departed to Olympus, to the other gods in the palace of aegis-bearing Zeus.