cz23
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You're welcome, and thanks for commenting.
rhl-oregon
Cameras Guitars Wonders
https://roberthilllong.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/doves-kauai3.jpg
Hana Coast
In rain, the doves don’t call. Let
the Pacific resume its master narrative—
they blink away the details. Around each eye
a lapis ring chains sky
to sea. They utter a rivulet
of distances, yet live
at your feet. After the flood they flew
here because better than
any surviving thing they heard converging
waves of blue upon black upon blue,
moon upon sun upon moon.
They are the perfecting
of that echo. Their wings in the grass
that buoys your feet are rainclouds. Let them pass.
Hana Coast
In rain, the doves don’t call. Let
the Pacific resume its master narrative—
they blink away the details. Around each eye
a lapis ring chains sky
to sea. They utter a rivulet
of distances, yet live
at your feet. After the flood they flew
here because better than
any surviving thing they heard converging
waves of blue upon black upon blue,
moon upon sun upon moon.
They are the perfecting
of that echo. Their wings in the grass
that buoys your feet are rainclouds. Let them pass.
cz23
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I wanted to share an interesting observation by poet Denise Levertov. I think it's worth sharing here because you could change her words "poetry" and "poem" to "photography" and "photograph" and the piece would work and be insightful. It would address a fundamental issue in photography -- formal design vs. what she calls organic form.
As I read this it occurred to me that you could place Robert Frost and HCB on one side of the formal design scale, and Walt Whitman and Robert Frank on the other. Not a better or worse thing; just different ways of perceiving, exploring, and expressing.
There's also an enjoyable part about the importance of the seed of perception and the process of creating a completed work from that spark. Again, very relevant to both disciplines, I think.
Here's the link: Some Notes on Organic Form
John
As I read this it occurred to me that you could place Robert Frost and HCB on one side of the formal design scale, and Walt Whitman and Robert Frank on the other. Not a better or worse thing; just different ways of perceiving, exploring, and expressing.
There's also an enjoyable part about the importance of the seed of perception and the process of creating a completed work from that spark. Again, very relevant to both disciplines, I think.
Here's the link: Some Notes on Organic Form
John
jpreisch
Newbie
Haiku photographs
Haiku photographs
I have been publishing my images and my haiku poems since 2012.
Take a look:
www.jamespreisch.blogspot.com
Haiku photographs
I have been publishing my images and my haiku poems since 2012.
Take a look:
www.jamespreisch.blogspot.com
cz23
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Something a little lighter this time.
Poem/photo pairing 6 for National Poetry Month: Five Gifts
The "five gifts" refers to the five words of my mantra, given many years ago by my spiritual master, and still such a central part of my life.
Poem/photo pairing 6 for National Poetry Month: Five Gifts
The "five gifts" refers to the five words of my mantra, given many years ago by my spiritual master, and still such a central part of my life.
cz23
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This is poem/photo pairing 7 for National Poetry Month: The Offering
The poem won the Chicagoland Poetry Competition a few years back. My wife says it's her favorite among my poems. I'm still very moved by it after all these years. Hope you enjoy the poem and photo.
John
The poem won the Chicagoland Poetry Competition a few years back. My wife says it's her favorite among my poems. I'm still very moved by it after all these years. Hope you enjoy the poem and photo.
John
cz23
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Not too much interest left in this thread, but I'm going to finish out the month anyway.
This poem is a wonderful memory from a late night forty-five years ago when me and my 20-something friends had rented a farmhouse for the summer near the Jersey shore. It's funny how some memories stay with you over the years. And great how photography and poetry can preserve them.
The poem was published in the 15th anniversary Passager anthology from the University of Baltimore.
Poem/photo pairing 8 for National Poetry Month: What the Night Offers.
This poem is a wonderful memory from a late night forty-five years ago when me and my 20-something friends had rented a farmhouse for the summer near the Jersey shore. It's funny how some memories stay with you over the years. And great how photography and poetry can preserve them.
The poem was published in the 15th anniversary Passager anthology from the University of Baltimore.
Poem/photo pairing 8 for National Poetry Month: What the Night Offers.
rkm
Well-known
Beautiful.
"Overhead, clouds drift silently,
polish the moon to a soft patina."
"How lightly the thin stones of longing skip on the clear lake of a contented heart."
"Overhead, clouds drift silently,
polish the moon to a soft patina."
"How lightly the thin stones of longing skip on the clear lake of a contented heart."
cz23
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Joao
Negativistic forever
Winter boats
Winter boats are
shrink-wrapped ghosts
haunting the docks as
they await the sea
Guillermo Veloso
Winter boats are
shrink-wrapped ghosts
haunting the docks as
they await the sea
Guillermo Veloso
rhl-oregon
Cameras Guitars Wonders
Donald Dick
Here he sits, head full of spit and brick dust.
Self made, he’d say, this slumlord scion, this
Pulpit bully who bloats in a blue suit
Personifying No, not a chance, piss
Off! His main job is to deny crusts
To anyone knocking at his White House—
Thus the piles of black orders and the fat
Black pen for signing them. And then vamoose
After a golf ball, dragging entourage,
Cronies, toads, gunmen, apple polishers,
Though none can keep him from searching airspace
for the turkey vulture who maintains pace
Overhead, a dictator’s flimsy hearse.
Who preens on his bedroom balcony ledge.
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Image snatched off the web, cropped and dehazed
Retro-Grouch
Veteran
Well said! But be ready for the knock on your door...