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The visual & the poetic.

Tag: weather

Ice Storm in Toronto (with Carl Sandburg)

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We could say the ice arrives leaping like a cat.

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And the cat silently contemplates windows and branches

before moving on.

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My simple paraphrase reworking the short poem Fog. To address recent weather: silver & luminous with shattered trees & a million people without power. Upon us like a thief in the night.

Fog by Carl Sandburg: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174299

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One question I would ask Carl Sandburg, whose answer would intrigue me greatly: Baudelaire or Scarborough Fair? 

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The Chosen Ones by William Michaelian

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If we cannot love everything and everyone,

can we, truly, love anything or anyone?

Flickering

 In choosing whom or what we love (if such choice were possible),

do we not proclaim that our judgment is larger than life itself?

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Is not that choice an illusion?

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 If we love only what we think we love, are we not, then,

defining love and placing on it certain limitations?

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 Would it not be better to be defined by love,

than to try to define it?

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Are we so small in our uncertainty and fear that we must love

only that which pleases us, or which we think reflects well on us,

or which loves us in return? If so, how can we call that love?

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It is a grave error we make in thinking that anything exists

outside of love.

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Can you, in your deepest thought and contemplation,

say which part of you loves and which does not?

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If you say the mind loves, or the heart loves,

or that love is harbored in various glands and organs,

what, then, of the rest of you? Are parts of you worthy

or unworthy of love? Is love necessary to one part,

but not to another?

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Is love a condition that changes with history,

time, and weather?

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And what of the insane?

Are we love’s orphans, love’s abandoned step-children?

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William Michaelian is an American writer, artist, and poet. His newest book is the Tenth Anniversary Authorized Print Edition of his first novel, A Listening Thing. His Author’s Press Series now contains three volumes: The Painting of You, No Time to Cut My Hair, and One Hand Clapping. Two poetry collections, Winter Poems and Another Song I Know, were published in 2007 by Cosmopsis Books. He lives in Salem, Oregon.

http://recently-banned-literature.blogspot.com/

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Royal Song 1

 I thought my most recent painting, Royal Song (the first image), might work with the pulsing ebb and flow of William Michaelian’s poem. Love and gold work together on some mysterious level. There is a lot of air (and thought) in this poem and the painting depicts a scroll and throne (in the open air) beneath a sun. The idea of light informing the conscious mind influenced my variations on the original image.

Beulah Hill: Slideshow. by Michael Gallagher

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Crescent Moon hangs loose from sparkling Venus,

Blinking satellite hobbles through cobalt sky,

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City silhouettes haunt low horizon,

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On a garden bench, frozen crystals

Reflect the hidden stars,

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Robin song greets nascent dawn,

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Chimney crow steals dregs

Of last night’s heat.

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Sudden gust stirs the stillness,

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Threads the willows dangling tresses,

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Scrapes the bones of a dying oak

And drives snow-clouds over

Croydon Town.

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Mike Gallagher’s collection ‘Stick on Stone’ is published by Revival Press. His poetry has been published worldwide and translated into Croatian, Japanese, Dutch, German and Chinese.

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Before deciding to address Beulah Hill: Slideshow. I had been creating images of an eBook Reader in the future, discovered as temperatures shifted, revealing a poem covered with soil and frost & still mysteriously visible. I decided to adapt those visuals and, befitting the poem, layer earth-tones with space images from the NASA Goddard Photo and Video files @ Wikipedia Commons.