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Verticality (The Window Photos Pt. 9)

TL; DR: A photo poem, from zero to 1,261,161,417 feet.

An ‘ascending arrangement’ of some images selected from the meta-metropolis-mega-photo project The Window (LINK).

Earth to heaven (via influencers and window washers), and also some synchronicity — after thinking of connecting images vertically, by happenstance I came across the poem “High Windows” by Philip Larkin. The title, imagery, and the themes resonate somewhat. Here’s the last stanza from it (& all of it at bottom):

“Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:   
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.”

So rather than words:

NOTES:
• Besides verticality, other possible future sub-groupings of shots from The Window are: gravity, velocity, vanity, precarity, ethnicity, hilarity, historicity, U-haulicity…

• I heart “the sun-comprehending glass”. The window’s job is to let light pass through

• More posts from the Window (all ephemeral moments captured from one SUBSTACK location, pls. subscribe):
Possible Pareidolia
Here Come the Future
What’s the Story?

K.I.A. website feat. recombinant sculptures, snow collages, gen mod paintings +

• HIGH WINDOWS by Phillip Larkin:

When I see a couple of kids
And guess he’s fucking her and she’s   
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,   
I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives—   
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if   
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,   
And thought, That’ll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark

About hell and that, or having to hide   
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide   
Like free bloody birds. And immediately

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:   
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

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