<smile> I wrote the poem last night around midnight, while filming The Magicians (slow night for me, so I had some time). Completed the post when I got home around 3AM (tags, excerpts, yada-yada).
No wonder there is such clarity and vision in your words; you’ll sit with them for a week, listening to what they want to say. Lovely.
Thanks. Some I sit with, some I don’t. Some come as fast as a snap of my fingers. Others have a feeling they aren’t quite right. Those are the ones I cogitate. Many times my patience is rewarded with a spark from somewhere else and usually where I least expect it.
A recent experience of assembling my poetry for a submission had me sit back and critique my words without photos. I learned which poems stood alone and which ones didn’t. I still want to combine both photos and words but I need to sharpen my poetry skills for sure. It was a painful but valuable lesson.
I catch you on tying photographs to the words. Mine tend to be inextricably wound together as the image is nearly always the genesis point for the words. There are often nuances and metaphors in the words which connections with the image clarify.
Aside from always ‘needing’ to sharpen our skills, I think your poetry works just fine, whether it is wound through an image or not. Words don’t always need to stand alone. Some are written to be spoken aloud. Some to be sung. Some to be acted. Some to inspire the making of a moving image. And some to illuminate an image, or the experience of viewing one, or being the person to take it, or being in the place or metaphysical space it was taken.
I think the better poet is one who understands the context in which the words exist, and adjusts them to that context.
<grin> “Cogitate” and “spark”. Fascinating, isn’t it, how rarely the spark comes while actually cogitating? It comes when the mind is quiet, or distracted by some other minor task. The inspiration — which has always been laying there, beneath the surface of our working mind — gets its chance to rise to the surface. The obstruction of our thinking, for a moment, is whisper thin. The words percolate up, and we finally smell the coffee. 😉
I learned to write words while learning to build software.
It just occurs to me, I began to write poetry while learning to listen to my deepest self. No, while learning to listen to something even deeper than that.
When I have the feeling words aren’t quite right. I stop cogitating, quiet my mind, and listen to that voice deeper than self. That’s usually where the words come from. And always the best ones.
Stunning photo and words. Loved the philosophy behind your comment to Mr Jennings. It takes grit to be able to examine your work in a detached manner. I would wager your scientific background is a great help to you in that regard.
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September 10, 2016 at 10:59 am
Stunning photo with beautiful words.
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September 10, 2016 at 11:18 am
Thank you Joel
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September 10, 2016 at 11:21 am
You’re welcome.
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September 10, 2016 at 12:03 pm
Oh, sweet! An inverse Jesus Effect! =)
Heh… what different takes we have on sunrise, this morning. In word and image. Love yours.
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September 10, 2016 at 12:09 pm
Thank you. I actually worked on mine all week and saw your most recent just before I posted. It gave me a chuckle and I live your perspective too.
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September 10, 2016 at 12:20 pm
Love this shot! 😃
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September 10, 2016 at 12:35 pm
Thank you sonofabeach!
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September 10, 2016 at 12:36 pm
<smile> I wrote the poem last night around midnight, while filming The Magicians (slow night for me, so I had some time). Completed the post when I got home around 3AM (tags, excerpts, yada-yada).
No wonder there is such clarity and vision in your words; you’ll sit with them for a week, listening to what they want to say. Lovely.
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September 10, 2016 at 12:45 pm
Thanks. Some I sit with, some I don’t. Some come as fast as a snap of my fingers. Others have a feeling they aren’t quite right. Those are the ones I cogitate. Many times my patience is rewarded with a spark from somewhere else and usually where I least expect it.
A recent experience of assembling my poetry for a submission had me sit back and critique my words without photos. I learned which poems stood alone and which ones didn’t. I still want to combine both photos and words but I need to sharpen my poetry skills for sure. It was a painful but valuable lesson.
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September 10, 2016 at 1:24 pm
I catch you on tying photographs to the words. Mine tend to be inextricably wound together as the image is nearly always the genesis point for the words. There are often nuances and metaphors in the words which connections with the image clarify.
Aside from always ‘needing’ to sharpen our skills, I think your poetry works just fine, whether it is wound through an image or not. Words don’t always need to stand alone. Some are written to be spoken aloud. Some to be sung. Some to be acted. Some to inspire the making of a moving image. And some to illuminate an image, or the experience of viewing one, or being the person to take it, or being in the place or metaphysical space it was taken.
I think the better poet is one who understands the context in which the words exist, and adjusts them to that context.
<grin> “Cogitate” and “spark”. Fascinating, isn’t it, how rarely the spark comes while actually cogitating? It comes when the mind is quiet, or distracted by some other minor task. The inspiration — which has always been laying there, beneath the surface of our working mind — gets its chance to rise to the surface. The obstruction of our thinking, for a moment, is whisper thin. The words percolate up, and we finally smell the coffee. 😉
I learned to write words while learning to build software.
It just occurs to me, I began to write poetry while learning to listen to my deepest self. No, while learning to listen to something even deeper than that.
When I have the feeling words aren’t quite right. I stop cogitating, quiet my mind, and listen to that voice deeper than self. That’s usually where the words come from. And always the best ones.
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September 10, 2016 at 1:40 pm
Stunning photo and words. Loved the philosophy behind your comment to Mr Jennings. It takes grit to be able to examine your work in a detached manner. I would wager your scientific background is a great help to you in that regard.
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September 10, 2016 at 2:46 pm
You’re very welcome! 😃
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September 10, 2016 at 5:17 pm
So true. Well said.
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September 10, 2016 at 9:16 pm
Thank you. Yes, most of the time I find it helpful. Sometimes it gets in the way though. I never want to get too clinical or dry.
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September 11, 2016 at 9:54 pm
Beautiful words and photo!
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September 11, 2016 at 10:05 pm
Thank you incahoots!
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