A Moment Gone Already
This morning I read of the passing away of Lillian Bassman the famed fashion photographer and it seems to have put me in a slight melancholy mood. This always gets me thinking about time. That ineffable, ungraspable notion. Like one of my photographs the more I try to explain it the further away from the truth I go. Like light from stars, a photograph is of a moment gone already. A past not fully grasped, and regretted. From T.S. Eliot:
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.