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May 10, 2007 10:22

"On the afternoon of February 23, 1945,
the Associated Press photographer Joe
Rosenthal, standing at the top of Mt.
Suribachi, on Iwo Jima, raised his camera
hastily and, without looking through
the viewfinder, took the most famous
picture of the Second World War. United
States forces had landed on the island
four days earlier. When the invading
troops captured the mountain, five
marines and a Navy corpsman attached
an American flag to a heavy water pipe,
then stuck the pipe in the ground and
began to push it upright. Snapped at
that instant, the photograph is an
accidental masterpiece of classical
construction, with the diagonal line
of the pole supported by the surging,
upraised arms of the men and balanced,
at the base, by a marine poised at
a right angle to it. None of the faces
are visible, and the bodies seem bronzed,
as if some sculptor with a taste for
the monumental and the obvious had
shaped insensible flesh into an icon
of spiritual and patriotic glory"

-david denby, the New Yorker

i usually hate the guy who wrote this but sometimes he's illuminating. maybe i'm just a big fan of accidental beauty, because i don't understand it, and if i did, it might not be beautiful anymore.

]
He just finished eating dinner

And stepped outside the cave to smoke

A cigarette he made from rolled up photo paper

They were pictures of things back on earth




He looked out on a greyish white expanse

On uninhabited terrain he now called home

He'd seen plenty of mirages and imaginary visitors

Up until then so he wasn't sure what to think when

He saw swans and they were wading

On the shores of a pale white lake

That he'd never seen before

And it was quite beautiful and it was far away

Cause everything beautiful is far away




He knew he was as good as gone

But gone was somewhere he really didn't mind going to

Since the shuttle had crashed many years had passed

And the pictures of his loved ones

That he drew on the walls of the cave had finally faded

He put out his smoke and proceeded

Toward the lake repeating to himself

Everything beautiful is far away


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