She is the dance of all the world’s oceans
She is the depth of mystery and the vibrating soul
She is the peeling back of all that is hidden
Full Moon Over Chapala
Luna Ilena Sobre Chapala by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.
Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency. Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.
for those we loved
for those passing through
for those left behind
I write these words of silence
powerless
as they crumble into dust
and vanish on the winds of night
I have no record of the original photographer of this image. If anyone out there recognizes the photograph please let me know and I will immediately add due credit to the artist. Please see previous posts in this series for the background story.
poem by clinock.
we are the dance
at the heart
of every atom,
stillness in motion,
moving in and out of light
through forest, through water,
through the wings of birds,
the humble flesh of worms,
the addict in the alley
and the lovers.
galaxies die and reform
in the space between breaths,
we empty and are filled,
we circle the sun,
magic spirals
from heart to heart
across arcs of spinning stars
as we dance the dance
and lightly disappear
into each other.
In a recent mid-winter apartment purge I uncovered a set of 35 mm slides from some mist-enshrouded past era of my life. These photographic images enchant me, as they must have done many moons ago when I originally captured them on slide film.
Not owning a slide projector I scanned them into digital form and looked at them on my laptop. The images were visual poetry to me and words began to form around each one…
This post is the fifth of a series in which I will share these uncovered visual treasures paired with writings evoked by each slide.
I am also fascinated by the journey of the process these images have gone through over a long period of time. Originally an unknown photographer created an image using a film camera, manipulating and printing it using chemicals in a darkroom. The image was then purchased, photographed a second time and printed in a book where I found it and transformed it into slide film…a photograph of a photograph of a photograph. Using technology that was barely there when I made the slides, I scan the image, another form of photographic reproduction, adding a fourth layer to the process. Perhaps posting the image on WP could be considered a fifth stratum?
No doubt the images have deteriorated in quality as they have traveled through time but I accept this as an intrinsic characteristic of the process. Rather than treat the aging as a defect I prefer to see it as another face of beauty.
I have no record of the original photographers of these images. If anyone out there recognizes the photographs please let me know and I will immediately add due credit to the artist.
poem by clinock.
touched by cold glass
her own hand
twinned and mirrored
in a mudra of longing
searches with fingertips
for her abandoned self
craving for the other
within her image
to appear and confirm
her reflected sensuality
she remains alone
in unconsummated love
her jewelry of solitude
strung from the bones
of an imagined lover
hangs too heavy
and too bright
around her beautiful neck
her eyes, her mouth
her silent words
cry out for relief
but at arm’s length always
she imprisons her desire
safely behind the vitreous veil
In a recent mid-winter apartment purge I uncovered a set of 35 mm slides from some mist-enshrouded past era of my life. These photographic images enchant me, as they must have done many moons ago when I originally captured them on slide film.
Not owning a slide projector I scanned them into digital form and looked at them on my laptop. The images were visual poetry to me and words began to form around each one…
This post is the third of a series in which I will share these uncovered visual treasures paired with writings evoked by each slide.
I am also fascinated by the journey of the process these images have gone through over a long period of time. Originally an unknown photographer created an image using a film camera, manipulating and printing it using chemicals in a darkroom. The image was then purchased, photographed a second time and printed in a book where I found it and transformed it into slide film…a photograph of a photograph of a photograph. Using technology that was barely there when I made the slides, I scan the image, another form of photographic reproduction, adding a fourth layer to the process. Perhaps posting the image on WP could be considered a fifth stratum?
No doubt the images have deteriorated in quality as they have traveled through time but I accept this as an intrinsic characteristic of the process. Rather than treat the aging as a defect I prefer to see it as another face of beauty.
I have no record of the original photographers of these images. If anyone out there recognizes the photographs please let me know and I will immediately add due credit to the artist.
poem by clinock.
a glimpse of Beauty
as She passes by
eye meets eye
in brief eternity
then She is gone
slipping among trees
on iced moonlight
imagined and dispersed
on January winds
I am howling
at the falling sky
tangled in chimes
struggling with metaphor
chilled by promises
of spring
melting on the tongue
just a glimpse
through forest light
chiaroscuro of desire
Her face
already starting
to fragment
falling apart
as Her last glance
like a broken parasol
of mirrors
collapses
leaving Her eyes
charcoaled on papyrus
against the snow
promising everything
and nothing at all
In a recent mid-winter apartment purge I uncovered a set of 35 mm slides from some mist-enshrouded past era of my life. These photographic images enchant me, as they must have done many moons ago when I originally captured them on slide film.
Not owning a slide projector I scanned them into digital form and looked at them on my laptop. The images were visual poetry to me and words began to form around each one…
This post is the second of a series in which I will share these uncovered visual treasures paired with writings evoked by each slide.
I am also fascinated by the journey of the process these images have gone through over a long period of time. Originally an unknown photographer created an image using a film camera, manipulating and printing it using chemicals in a darkroom. The image was then purchased, photographed a second time and printed in a book where I found it and transformed it into slide film…a photograph of a photograph of a photograph. Using technology that was barely there when I made the slides, I scan the image, another form of photographic reproduction, adding a fourth layer to the process. Perhaps posting the image on WP could be considered a fifth stratum?
No doubt the images have deteriorated in quality as they have traveled through time but I accept this as an intrinsic characteristic of the process. Rather than treat the aging as a defect I prefer to see it as another face of beauty.
I have no record of the original photographers of these images. If anyone out there recognizes the photographs please let me know and I will immediately add due credit to the artist.
poem by clinock.
he walks alone
across the city,
worn shoes echoing
the tessellation
of another
cold and solitary
wandering day,
cap and overcoat
armored against
rejecting light
and silent sound.
no one approaches
or smiles,
no hellos,
not even animals
come close
to the dark clothing
of his ambulation,
he is an island
in the shimmering
geometric ocean
of his loneliness.
In a recent mid-winter apartment purge I uncovered a set of 35 mm slides from some mist-enshrouded past era of my life. These photographic images enchant me, as they must have done many moons ago when I originally captured them on slide film.
Not owning a slide projector I scanned them into digital form and looked at them on my laptop. The images were visual poetry to me and words began to form around each one…
This post is the first of a series in which I will share these uncovered visual treasures paired with writings evoked by each slide.
I am also fascinated by the journey of the process these images have gone through over a long period of time. Originally an unknown photographer created an image using a film camera, manipulating and printing it using chemicals in a darkroom. The image was then purchased, photographed a second time and printed in a book where I found it and transformed it into slide film…a photograph of a photograph of a photograph. Using technology that was barely there when I made the slides, I scan the image, another form of photographic reproduction, adding a fourth layer to the process. Perhaps posting the image on WP could be considered a fifth stratum?
No doubt the images have deteriorated in quality as they have traveled through time but I accept this as an intrinsic characteristic of the process. Rather than treat the aging as a defect I prefer to see it as another face of beauty.
I have no record of the original photographers of these images. If anyone out there recognizes the photographs please let me know and I will immediately add due credit to the artist.
poem by clinock.
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