<> DIE NEPAL-TRILOGIE TEIL I-III
Photographs and Poetry about the Nepal areas of Annapurna, Everest, Helambu & Langtang
Photographien und Gedichte über das Annapurna-Gebiet,
dem Everest Nationalpark und dem Langtang- und Helambu-Gebiet
The Flowers in their baskets
The flowers in their baskets
do not smell of crisp books
or rhymes that sing of flowers of freedom.
Pale as pulp of their wiped out eyes
these are stones of destiny
heavy from watery weight of their juvenile dreams
sharp and brash
as the stones of bleeding mule paths
tearing a wound with
face of a stifled cry
in murky skies of their fast fading infancy.
“To do justice to the landscapes and peoples of the highest mountains in the world requires a sensitivity and skill not given to all of us. Andreas Stimm and Yuyutsu R. D. Sharma have succeeded, in this trilogy of photographs and poems, in bringing to life an extraordinary region in all its striking beauty and natural harmony. The unique combination of their photographic and poetic skills succeeds in laying bare the very soul of the Himalayas, the smiling warmth of its inhabitants and its dramatically beautiful peaks and valleys.”
His Excellency Mr. Keith George Bloomfield
Former British Ambassador to Nepal
Preface, or: Nepal is not picturesque
--Dr. Christoph Emmrich,
South and Southeast Asian Buddhism
at the University of Toronto.
And it doesn’t rhyme either. Not for those who know what life is like there and which challenges people face there day after day. Not if you are out to find something different from the natural template for an oil painting or a picture postcard. Not if you are a cosmopolitan Nepalese poet who refuses to write either paddy harvesting song or Bollywood ballad lyrics. For these people Nepal is a challenge and this book is an attempt to come to terms with that challenge. A Mitteleuropean sets out to chart and take pictures of his ventures through the most incredible mountains in the world. And its incredibleness consists neither in us being romantically moved nor in the kick which crossing boundaries may bring: there is no call of the wild, no Walli serenading her complaint, neither do we find our true inner self nor does Shangri-la shine down upon us. What is incredible is that here and maybe more than anywhere else en route on the fringes of the world we encounter people and share their company. That we become even if only temporarily involved in networks or silently pass through them. And each time we are made to notice that the balance between living and working together, preparation and improvisation, encounter and departure is nowhere as decisive as in places where with each step you find yourself on the verge of an abyss.
Andreas Stimm‘s pictures manage to find that balance, because the breadth of their field require you to linger which empowers the wandering eye. Because they deploy, mediate and inscribe the technology that produced them and that always betrays its origin in a human enterprise which is larger than oneself and which refers back to him or her who reads and beholds, for whom the travelling photographer prescribes routes and enables travels. Because they create enough space to locate the individual: he who takes us with him, who holds and uses the camera and through whom we see. And those individuals who inhabit these spaces, for whose paths, places, work and living conditions the frame has been formatted generously enough to have them be part of the picture.
The Indian-born international Nepalese poet Yuyutsu R.D. Sharma takes part in this voyage and his texts are the images’ eloquent partners. Formed by 20th century South Asian and North American poetry movements and himself a verbal renewer of his country’s literature he indefatigably writes along rivers and paths, mountains, valleys and villages, verse after verse, one image after the other, an encounter at a time. And not infrequently the travelling reader is taken by surprise by an image which unexpectedly turns on itself. Which reminds the reader that, in contrast to our own wishful thinking, poverty does not make for happy people, or that those whom we encounter on the way do not lend themselves to be sparring partners for buffering our own political correctness. But that instead we better hold ourselves accountable for our bipolar sensibility, indebted to our globally urban taste regarding both the beautiful and the terrible and that under such extreme conditions as those found on a trip to the ends or rather the roof of the world one can easily turn into the other. That which keeps poetically hitting us in the face along the way is nothing else but the idiosyncrasies of our very own likes and dislikes, desires and fears.
Yuyutsu‘s texts in as far as they help illuminate further Andreas Stimm‘s images also show us, however, that, once we give it a voice and an image it is the poetic, creative sensibility with its light and dark, its calculating and impulsive sides which enables us, the photographer, the poet, the reader and all those people who make their way through the mountains to see when and where our various paths may, now and then, cross.