Peter Hammill e la fotografia / Last Frame

S’annuncia l’arrivo di Hammill al Festival di poesia ma chi compone la pagina dimentica una “L” al suo cognome e ovvio, di firmarmi come autore del ritratto!

Reading 2005

15 Maggio 2003

15 Maggio 2003 foto Roberto Lanza

LAST FRAME –PETER HAMMILL

Pretty keen – yes, my hobby keeps me busy
And if I talk to myself, what’s the crime?
In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time…
When all memory is mellowed,
When the photograph is yellowed,
Still it never lies.

There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure,
Saying that you’re on the way to change,
Devouring in inordinate measure
Every diversion that’s arranged.
For every appetite, a cruel attraction,
But there’s a panic in your actions…
Oh, I never saw you look so strange.

Fixing memory chemically,
Holding time on the stop-clock,
Hanging back from that last frame
Just in case it didn’t show you
In the way I used to know you…
I thought you’d always stay the same.
(But you won’t.)

Oh, the red light, the silver, the black and the bromide;
The silence, the waiting for overview…
The past seems under-exposed, low tide,
But still the images ghost through.
And you’re there in the bath,
Which is all this has led to,
And I can’t say your path
Is a right one to choose…

But then I only have a negative of you.

Il rapporto di Peter Hammill con la fotografia analogica è solido e per me, che lo seguo dall’età di dodici anni,  emozionante.