If the photographers are soul-thieves, whose soul is being stolen in a
photograph of the night sky?
The soul of the last one to go to bed and the soul of the first one to
rise in the morning, perhaps?
Photography is a black art like alchemy. It turns matter into spirit
and spirit into matter.
Still, there are moments when looking at a photograph of a night
sky we have a hunch of what the word soul means, what the word infinity
encompasses.
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by Charles Simic, 1996
In 1996 the Whitney Museum published a limited edition book,
"On the Music of the Spheres," of Linda Connor's photographs of the
night sky. Charles Simic wrote a long poem, "Night Sky," to accompany
the photographs.
