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Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.
JAMES ELROY FLECKER
To a Poet a thousand years hence
Even when visiting the prairie you can forget the colors of the prairie. There seems a bright yellow and dull brown, a dusty and muted pall draped over the landscape.
The grasses are green. The grasses are brown. And your eyes can only notice the reds and blues at glances, if at all.
Apart from dawn and dusk, the sky shifts endlessly from white to blue to white while clouds build across the parching afternoon.
In summer there are few flowers, but even those come missing more often than not.
The colors in this photo are at once surreal and hyperreal. They exist in that uncertain light between the lens and the film.
The colors on the prairie are few, but giving into it feels more colorful; allowing yourself over to the prairie, scrambling with life, overcome with place and being, there exists an endless color spectrum of light.
This is how the prairie can feel.
I will often say something like "I try to make my color photos express how a place felt rather than how it looked," and that is what is happening here - though I cannot imagine it so for everyone.
Most see these nearly-desert places as empty, featureless, and ultimately colorless: the beauty is show through black & white, if at all. But here, in this photo (and with any luck in most of the prairie photos), our notions and expectations are merely the foundations for possibilities. Even this is little more than a starting place.
This photo shows nothing that wasn't already there. It invents nothing. It imagines nothing. It rearranges no design. What it does (I hope) is simply show you what is possible.
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'A Poet Without'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Agfa Color XRS 400; x-90s
Process: DIY ECN-2
Nebraska
July 2023
De geschiedenis van dit plaatsje begint in de twaalfde eeuw na Christus toen gesticht werd door de Orde van de Hospitaliers. Evenals vele andere dorpjes in de nabije omgeving, heeft het door de eeuwen heen zwaar geleden onder de verschillende gewapende conflicten. Zo had het zwaar te leiden onder de gevolgen van de Godsdienstoorlogen. Zo raakte onder meer het kasteel bij het dorpje zwaar beschadigd en werden de verschillende verdedigingswerken van ontmanteld. Na de Godsdienstoorlogen raakte het zelfs in verval en dreigde dit mooie dorpje een spookdorpje te worden. Dankzij de inzet van de zogenaamde Amis du Vieux Poët-Laval, oftewel de Vereniging van Vrienden van Le Poët-Laval, werd dit voorkomen. Zo slaagden zij er in de plundering van het vervallen dorpje een halt toe te roepen, waardoor het dorpje kon uitgroeien tot het prachtige plaatsje zoals het vandaag de dag bekend staat. Le Poët-Laval behoort tot de mooiste dorpjes in het departement Drôme. Haar prachtige ligging, tegen een beboste heuvel, heeft hier ongetwijfeld mee te maken. Ondanks de turbulente geschiedenis van het plaatsje, heeft het dorpje haar middeleeuwse karakter weten te behouden. Oorspronkelijk was het plaatsje een rustig dorpje. Onder meer de Nederlandse schrijver Gerard Reve vond hier zijn rust. Vandaag de dag herbergt het plaatsje enkele bezienswaardigheden, zoals het oude kasteel van de Hospitaalridders, de oude kapel en het Dauphinois museum van het protestantisme.
与謝野晶子（Yosano Akiko、１８７８－１９４２）
Her poet、”君死にたまふことなかれ”was her song when her brother was called up to Russo-Japanese War at 1904, produced by her husband,Tekkan.
the following is Arthar Binard translation.
I call you, brother
don't you dare lay down your life.
You, the youngest child in our family,
thus cherished all the more-
Mother and father didn't educate you.......
bring you up to the age of 24, so that you couldn't kill or be killed yourself.
.........
Although Japan pushed to War until the defeat of World War second.
For a weekly theme suggested by another Flickr member.
Created with 3D models from Digital Artist Zone, and finished off with Topaz Impression.
Jacques Brel (Schaerbeek 1929 - Bobigny 1978) auteur-compositeur-interprète, poète, acteur et réalisateur belge.
"L'ENVOL", statue sculptée par Tom Frantzen, représente l'artiste les bras ouverts.
AN ETERNAL POET.
Jacques Brel (Schaerbeek 1929 - Bobigny 1978) Belgian singer-songwriter, poet, actor and director.
"L'ENVOL", statue sculpted by Tom Frantzen, represents the artist with open arms.
Place de la Vieille Halle aux Blés. Bruxelles.
Poet’s narcissus (Narcissus poeticus) is a fragrant, white-petaled spring flower with a small, yellow cup edged in red at its center. Native to Europe, it’s one of the oldest cultivated narcissus species and has long been associated with myths, poetry, and symbolism. Its heady scent and graceful form make it a favourite in gardens and naturalised meadows alike.
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcisse_des_po%C3%A8tes
Un petit rappel
Toutes les jonquilles sont des Narcisses, mais tous les Narcisses ne sont pas des Jonquilles
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcisse_des_po%C3%A8tes
A little reminder
“The soul of a poet is always in his native
country. His strength is in his words, which he
puts into rhythm, which reflects his perception of
what is happening around him. The poet, like a
warrior, always goes forward and fights for his
spiritual homeland holding a sword in his hands.
But he has no defense tools, so he can die at
any moment. That is why he always goes to the
end, putting all his strength into every step or
blow with the hope of seeing a new dawn over
the ruins."
*****
Art: A New Dawn
Artist: Rule Binder
I saw the snow-white church upon her hill
Sit like a throned lady sending out
A gracious look all over her domain
Wordsworth, The Prelude
In 1985, Icelandic artist Leifur Breidfjörd was selected to design a stained-glass window to Robert Burns (1759-1796) above the entrance way. The window celebrates major themes of Burns’ work in a semi-abstract style: nature, humanity and love. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide.
En 1985, l'artiste islandais Leifur Breidfjörd a été sélectionné pour concevoir un vitrail de Robert Burns (1759-1796) au-dessus de l'entrée. La fenêtre célèbre les thèmes majeurs du travail de Burns dans un style semi-abstrait : la nature, l'humanité et l'amour. Il est largement considéré comme le poète national de l'Écosse et est célébré dans le monde entier.
Nice meeting with the poet Norbert Umsonst at the train station in Giessen.
Zufälliges Treffen mit dem Dichter Norbert Umsonst
am Gießener Bahnhof
Giessen
Foto: Rolf K. Wegst
"Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves. They never get around to being the particular poet or the particular monk they are intended to be by God. They never become the man or the artist who is called for by all the circumstances of their individual lives. They waste their years in vain efforts to be some other poet, some other saint...They wear out their minds and bodies in a hopeless endeavor to have somebody else's experiences or write somebody else's poems."
"What we have to be is what we are."
— Thomas Merton
Bookworm.
Valeurs jugements productions historiques large éventail exceptions épisodes questions centrales lignes métaphysiques large lecture exploration des poètes,
contesto rinascimentale fattori importanti discussioni impossibili implicazioni tempo statico rimuovendo modi periodi ambigui pratiche di ortografia antichità antica tentativi moderni edizioni fuorvianti uso asterisco,
obojętne druki pędzi reputacja istotne założenia niepewny status kontrolowanie odpowiedzi prasy drukarskie prezentacje kulturalne,
deflorationis de sexcentis exagitant glossas differences innovations poetica vulgaribus litteris arcana verba collaborations texts potens opera condita,
aufrechterhaltene verblüffende Schrägstellung direkte oppositionelle Stile alternative Programme militante Regierungszeit entfernte Schriftsteller strenge Schläge subtile Abstufungen,
過度のシンボルは自由を規律します終末論的な闘争システムを独占します精神的な高揚出現畏敬の念予定説儀式男性的な論争の放棄ページ.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Run Poet.....Ruuuuuuuun!
Again, I apologize for the poor quality of the post production (uh?!? what? are you kidding us?!?) I HATE working on my crappy laptop with no mouse, I miss my dual screen mega machine back in Montreal, everything takes forever and after a couple of hours I just give up...no worry, you don't even have a clue about what I am talking about...now, do you?!?
Guardians of stories, of times gone by,
Under the sun, the moon, the sky.
In their watch, we remember and find,
The lasting footprints of mankind.
Maya Anthony (American Poet) from "Silent Sentinels"
St Michael & All Angels ~ Cofton Hackett
José Ruiz Rosas (Lima (1928 - 2018), poeta e intelectual limeño. Trasladado a la ciudad de Arequipa, le dedicó más de 60 años en el campo de la cultura y el servicio público. Poeta, perteneciente a la generación del 50. Sus restos reposan en el cementerio Parque de la Esperanza de Cerro Colorado
Retrato Lucho Pantigoso Arequipa Incomparable, Arequipeños en el mundo. Facebook.
Recomiendo el modo mayor
Jim Harrison, a poet, writer and native Michigander passed away over the weekend at 78. He wrote and lived in Leelanau County for the majority of his life. For anyone not familiar with his prolific body of work he is best known for his novella "Legends of the Fall".
I found great inspiration in his words and cannot recall a winter in the last dozen years I haven't read "Just Before Dark," a collection of non-fiction that has always left me wanting and able to live a little closer to the bone.
"If you are bored, strained, lacerated, enervated by the way we live now, I suggest a night walk as far as you can get from a trace of civilization. This form of walking is a dance, and the ghost that follows you, your moon-cast shadow, is your true androgynous parent, bearing within its distinct outline the child who has always directed your every move."
-Jim Harrison
www.chicagotribune.com/lifestyles/books/ct-prj-jim-harris...