poemimage

The visual & the poetic.

Category: Digital art

& Walk

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Walk into this land of echoes, rising, from long disappeared passages &

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Pounding with the resonance of a single, surging heartbeat.

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& Step lightly into, like a fox beneath the moon,

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Or the hunting bird, balanced, upon a branch pulsing,

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& Heavy clouds damping electrical skies.

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& Shaking berries into a bowl,

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Sharing handfuls bed to bed,

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 A nurse tending to the wound.

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The rhythm of & clapping hands,

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Two Palms, pressing deeply & into a lover.

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& Feet upon a curving world, arcing night into day,

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Timelessly vanished into a pulsing desire & always

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Echoes dress the wound.

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A heartbeat washing the sky &

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A vanishing moon, poured into bowls & delivered bed to bed.

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& Walk pulsing,

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& Walk always,

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& Walk into.

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Source material for digital collage:

Etching No 2. Soft ground etching by German landscape painter and etcher Franz Joseph Manskirsch (1768-1830).

Ancient Egyptian tomb art. Unknown artist. est. 2000 B.C.

Michelangelo, Sistine Chapel, 1508-1512

Mesopotamian Incantation Bowl, 8th Century, photo Christies.

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I do not claim copyright ownership of original images. I have created new images for non-commercial purposes of commentary or parody under fair use provisions of the copyright law.

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Yes

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I did a drawing

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And decided to call it

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‘Yes’

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Because there are so many reasons

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To say

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‘No.’

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After an extended break I find myself slowly catching up with the many interesting posts I missed. A short while longer to finish some things (I haven’t really been taking an actual…holiday) and POEMIMAGE will be active again. It will be my pleasure to introduce you to many interesting poets and writers whose work I will be addressing visually.  As well I’ll relate some of my own ideas and writing. I need to complete my end of the ‘Blog Hop’ bargain after Richard Guest generously shared my page with his readers. Thank you for gracing this page with your presence.

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Vincent in the Sky Above Bologna, 1493

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A star hung in the sky just above

The brim of his straw hat.

He gazed upon a city.

I hope nobody mistakes me he thought

I hope nobody mistakes me, he thought.

He gazed upon a medieval woodcut

On Christmas Eve.

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I used Google Earth

To track the movements of the past,

Finding where the sky began…

I had to do this

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Before unplugging

For a few days…

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To contemplate what I might awaken

Soon, &

2015,

So soon upon us…

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& In this season of celebration,

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A star alighting upon Vincent,

Wishing you

  A Happy New Year.

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The woodcut, depicting Bologna, is by an unknown artist, 1493.

Self-portrait by Vincent Van Gogh, 1887.

Bologna street scene from Google Earth, 2014.

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I do not claim copyright of the original images.

I have recomposed original images to create a new non-commercial work

for purposes of parody or commentary

under fair use provisions

of the copyright law.

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Solstice (with Van Gogh sunflowers)

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A Bolt of Black Cloth

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I imagined a colour the density of funeral bunting,

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A bolt of black cloth,

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A sudden black waterfall quickly dropping six stories,

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Unrolled from a balcony,

dense nights

The beginning of a voyage,

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Negotiating darkness.

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My father shopped at Dales for paper bags full of groceries,

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I waited in the car listening to the radio,

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I tried to describe a song called Eve of Destruction,

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He looked at me in the rear-view mirror,

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Columns of black smoke rose above the Pacific Ocean,

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Like poisonous vines,

the projector shining

Morse code blinking through the darkness,

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At night he came home as late as possible,

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Then looking again into the rear-view mirror,

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He repeated the name of the song,

‘Eve of Destruction.’

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I pictured a wooden bowl in my chest,

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Smoothed and worn by water,

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& Climbing the stairs into this language,

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Gazed, longingly, into a rear-view mirror.

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Snowing Lightly & I am Looking for Pyramids in the Street

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Clearly the street sign is warning me about pyramids ahead.

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Maybe around the corner. By the school or the park.

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My neighbours say no. This is about speed bumps.

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It’s simply a way of saying go slow. Drive slowly.

hands?

My neighbours tend to minimize everything.

her with stars?

I think this time they are wrong.

blue night?

They say I have no idea what they saw driving up here tonight.

mystical?

That I have no idea what they have been through.

ice pyramids?

That in the short time I have left I need to be more open to the experiences of others.

old photo?

I said ‘What?’

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In the public domain photos of Wikipedia Commons I found a link to images of cultural expression in Finland following World War 2:

http://pomus.net/kehityslinjat/1945-1959

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Gestures Simply Slip Out and On by Heather Cadsby

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Turtles are very old, have no teeth.

Not lost, never had. Not fearful

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of first-person singular.

No turtle turmoil. A reptilian gaze

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is fixed on us as you

adjust the focus.

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This is our assignment. A singular adventure

to create a life list for ourselves.

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Something outside ourselves. Before

we do ourselves in. Copulation

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requires an hour underwater.

Aye aye aye.

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But the good part is a start.

So get your picture.

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We’ll call this one painted

and turn the page

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as if that’s all we need

to know it all.

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Heather Cadsby is the author of four books of poetry. The most recent book, Could be, was published by Brick Books in 2009. Her poems have appeared in such journals as The Antigonish Review, The New Quarterly, PRISM international and The Best Canadian Poetry in English (2008).

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William of The Nile

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The Pharaoh taught William

How to manipulate

Vibrational fields.

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& William Blake taught The Pharaoh

How to bake with plums,

& How to shake free from ever-unchanging

 Sacred taboos.

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The skin of the plum

A portal,

As deep and dark as royal magic.

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(I do not own the copyright to the original images/ William Blake artwork/ the art of ancient Egypt, nor do I claim such. I have created a new digital work for purposes of parody or commentary under fair use provisions.)

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Autumn, late

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I remember when she said,

I’m sorry to interrupt your relationship

With Bob Dylan.

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In Rome, do as the Romans do…

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The tourist marvels at the intricate figures and stories on carved stone columns in Rome,

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Imagining a stonemason/carver scooped up by the Roman Legions and brought as a slave with his family alongside for his ‘new’ life,

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He pictures the artisan/slave at work chiselling when a small stone chip flies up hitting his eye.

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He lives nearby and walks home to his hut, where his wife daubs at his eye with a cloth, removing the object.

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The tourist turns to go, and after walking a few seconds,

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Sees a couple involved in some first aid type of situation.

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The man is wearing a camera around his neck,

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And the woman is wiping at his eye with a handkerchief.

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The tourist tells his traveling companion about this coincidence and she says ‘Maybe they’re not here.’

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I’m remembering a trip to Italy in 2001 like it just happened.

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I wasn’t originally involved in what turned out to be an Italian-Canadian art education initiative: a visual artist and a musician visiting schools in the north (near Bologna) and the south (Pozzuoli – on the coast south of Naples).

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It was soon after 9-1-1 and I think somebody got cold feet.

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In spite of being stressed about the idea of flying I took the advice given, such as, Are you crazy? Pass up a paid trip to Italy?

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It was of course amazing.

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The synchronicity of this event has puzzled me ever since.

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Archival ink drawing in my Moleskin sketchbook & details of Roman sculpture (Wikipedia)

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