Siegfried (however the hell you spell that) Kracauer discussed the photographic portrait as a collection of all the transient, incidental, non-essential details of a person. Most salient in the picture are the antiquated fashions, the long gloves, the absurd hairstyles. You see your grandmother not as you knew her, but free of wrinkles, virtually
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as to the second bit: true. any larger picture or deeper truth is, in fact, composed of this very collection of details, unless you're a platonist (which i have the fault of pretending to be on occasion) and see these material specifics as almost-dismissable, imperfect manifestations of a deeper truth.
also, importantly, reality is the full scope and trajectory of these details, not just a snapshot of a particular instance. whereas one photograph or journal entry may not get at the reality of a person or the world, a collection of photographs or writings over time may indeed allow you to construe that. an isolated entry or photo, however, i think merely depicts a facet of this truth and cannot present the whole thing.
most of all, i agree with you, and what was actually going on in my mind throughout this entry was that i had an aversion to writing specifics of my life for i felt them lacking in depth/truth, and yet i feel that there isn't much else. also, collections of writings seem to have a synthetic and revelatory quality with respect to truth/essence that photographs sometimes lack... i dunno. basically, i take issue with kracauer's statements, too, but don't quite know why. :P ultimately i think i need to get over it and write details, because it's perhaps all we really have to go on.
all interesting thoughts... thanks :)
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of course, we all make stories of our lives, if that's what you mean by the synthetic quality. it's something i always struggle with, because it sort of offends me when people do it, but we all do. and stories are always approximations of truth.
interesting indeed.
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good point. interestingly, i always enjoy reading journals of people who have taken to the next level the fantasization and storylike construction/view of their daily lives. i know it's synthetic and a construction and perhaps false, but who knows. we all do it, and it hits home for me more than stark enumerations of details a la my first grade journals ("i am now eating brekfist. now i'm standing in line. i'm still standing in line. there is a lady with a long nek in frunt of me.")
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i think part of why i am offended by it is because i always want to do it myself. but i feel it's dishonest or dangerous or something.
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