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Showing posts with label ekphrastic poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ekphrastic poetry. Show all posts

Monday, March 3, 2014

A Play of Light: 2014 Poetry Project

Writerly Friends, I am looking at six inches of fresh snow. We tend to think snow: white. But one of today’s Pantone® colors, “Plein Air,” invites us to look at the snow in a new light.

Day 25 Plein Air
Pantone ®  13-4111
I notice a gray tone in shadows, in the places where my dog made a path into the back yard. If I were a painter going outdoors to capture the snow, I might see a blue undertone to the white, or yellow in the shadows.

Are you so tired of winter weather that you can’t bear this plein air exercise? You’re welcome to stay in and enjoy a glass of wine. Our second color for Day 25 of the Pantone® Poetry Project is Syrah.

Day 25 Syrah
Pantone ®  19-1535
We have four days left in our month-long writing project. Stop by this post to read the back-story of the Pantone® Poetry Project.

Get out your traveling easels and your bottle of wine. We are globe-trotting today in the name of poetry. Let’s start our trip in the Louisiana Bayou with Margaret Simon.

En Plein Air on the Bayou
By Margaret Simon

I sit en plein air
watching the sun create
dancing shadows on the bayou,
ripples arms of cypress trees
to the flowing stream.

When I meditate in open air,
I feel the strength of a creator
echoed in the voice of the Barred Owl,
painted in the details of wild golden rod.

The boom of bass from a passing car,
fades into a gentle swaying of sounds,
signaling the end of winter,
the coming of lavender.

Photo courtesy of Margaret Simon

Diane Mayr is also thinking of spring. Her poem and image remind me of the Japanese cherry blossoms soon to appear in Maryland and Washington, D.C.



The image is from a postcard from the NYPL Digital Gallery. You know how much I love postcards, Diane.

Let’s fly off to the Middle East with Linda Baie’s etymological poem, which uses word history and family history to make connections.

Syrah
By Linda Baie

Sometimes while pursuing information
a small gift is found, a fact, a photo,
a piece of beauty with unexpected connections.
I was excited to read Syrah, similar to Sarah,
my daughter’s name, given
from my grandmother and the Bible.
No, Syrah is not a Sarah, but also known as Shiraz,
one of the oldest cities in Iran, formerly Persia.
Celebrated as a city of arts and letters,
home of the poet Hafiz,
earliest known reference on clay tablets, 2000BC.
This color, Syrah (or Shiraz) is also a wine grape
coming from a small area in southeast France .
A favorite wine of my family, my link discovered.
I imagine sitting in that poetic city Shiraz,
before women were forbidden to gather,
sipping wine with my friends-
laughing over our attempts to write like Hafiz.

     Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

To end a poem with Hafiz is an invitation to keep writing more poetry, so let’s trek to France for our final two offerings.

I am fascinated with Claude Monet’s studies of light. He returned to some subjects – water lilies, haystacks – again and again, painting the exact same form at different times of day and in changing seasons. My favorite of these is Monet’s series of Rouen Cathedral.
'Rouen Cathedral in the Morning Fog', 1894 (oil on canvas)
CLAUDE MONET 
'Rouen Cathedral in the Morning Fog,' 1894
From Arty Factory
Plein Air
By Laura Shovan

Monet observes Rouen’s façade
in thirty forms of light.
These are the doors at two p.m.
If I had known when we married
how shifting light imparts a change
to the character of stone—
These are the columns at six
on a summer evening, dressed
in blue shadows. The saints
carved into the archivolt dissolve.
Monet undoes their robes,
their stoic faces are mutable.
These are the towers, the gable
on a cloudy morning.
How you’d balk should I
make a study of your face,
the way the hour, the season
adapts each feature. The way
light constructs your form.
How little I know you
when I stop to see.

Our last stop is the River Seine in Paris. Patricia VanAmburg says, “I am the woman in the painting, but the artist is more Matisse than Monet.

Wine on the Seine
by Patricia VanAmburg

A silver-haired woman
sips some Syrah 
from a cut-glass goblet
en plein air 
and sun-drenched canvas.

The Pont Saint-Michel - Henri Matisse
HENRI MATISSE 
'The Pont Saint-Michel," 1900
From Wiki Paintings

Tomorrow is Day 26 of our project. We have three colors to inspire new writing. You might find all of these hues in the shadows of deep snow, but I won’t blame you for thinking ahead to spring. 
Day 26 Stormy Weather
Pantone ®  18-4214
Day 26 Porcelain Blue
Pantone ®  14-4512


Day 26 Daybreak
Pantone ®  17-3817

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

That Inner Glow: 2014 Poetry Project

Writerly Friends, the amber glow of sunset is nearly upon us in central Maryland. Let’s gather, on this wintry night, by the golden glow of the fire and share some poetry.

If you’re new to the Pantone ® Poetry Project, welcome! Read my introductory post here.

In color news, my friend Jen Mallo informed me that the wireless phone company T-Mobile ® just won a lawsuit over its exclusive right to magenta.

So we will not be writing in response to this color:

T-Mo2
Magenta -- Property of T-Mobile ®.
... because that would be a trademark infringement. Read an article about the landmark color case here.

Those of you who have been following along know that I am a day behind (again!) I was lulled by the warmth of our Day 10 colors:

Day 10: Amberglow
Pantone ®  16-1350
Day 10 Golden Glow
Pantone ®  15-1050

Even though it is Tuesday, Diane Mayr (Random Noodling) is ready for the end of the work week.

Thursday's Golden Glow
by Diane Mayr

Running a finger
down the condensation
on my pint of draft
I know there's only
one day left in this
hell-of-a-work-week
and I. Will. Survive.

With major snow predicted (again) for Wednesday evening and Thursday, I think many of us will be joining Diane’s virtual happy hour.

The title of Linda Baie’s poem (Teacher Dance) immediately brought to mind this Van Gogh painting, with its glowing lights.

Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum, Arles, at Night
by Vincent Van Gogh

From The Café Window

I saw her pass, near enough
that I could say she noticed
the attention,
the way heads turned,
the way eyes blinked.
How could she think
we wouldn’t gawk, and talk
about her hair, her eyes, the look?
She neared the corner,
pushed hard at the wheel
too near the curb, but then
turned and waited for the kids
to catch up. Their mother,
in a wheelchair, trying
her best to race and win.
I could see her grin.
Yet,
it was clear they only wanted
to stay near,
in her amberglow.

Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

I had to think about these colors for a couple of days before I settled on a subject. My notes say:

sunrise
oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clements
goldfish
golden glow – I want the walls
WCW’s #5 with Bill Jones’ painting
Klimt’s Kiss
Amberglow is a cara cara orange
Tiger lily
Tarot image?

Before I started to write, I decided to look at some Gustav Klimt paintings. I was taken with this image of the goddess Hygeia, a detail from his larger painting Medicine, because her dress embodies today’s colors. Unfamiliar with this goddess? Read more.

Hygeia, Detail from Medicine (1900)
by Gustav Klimt
Fans of the new movie The Monuments Men will find this fact sad and interesting: this and two other large Klimt paintings were destroyed by Nazis at the end of World War II. (Read about the painting's history here.)

Hygeia Destroyed by Retreating S. S. Forces
After Gustav Klimt, Detail from Medicine

Her robes are shreds of Amberglow.
Threaded beads and disks fall down
her form.  The golden glow of an asp
curls against her arm. She was
daughter of a god, Athena Hygeia.
The bodies of the sick approach,
their faces quiet at her shoulders.
The artist has us kneel, so we might
see the glow of gold thrown up
against her haughty chin.
She gazes down upon us, medicine
in a bowl cupped in her palm.
A firelight without source
glows  on the skin of her raised arms.
From where we kneel, we cannot see—

her bowl is empty.

by Laura Shovan

Patricia VanAmburg was also thinking about the destructive power of that glow today.

Scorched
by Patricia VanAmburg

Glowing embers amber gold
Colors we can never hold
In the hollows of our hands
Or the burnt and barren lands.

Heidi (My Juicy Little Universe) Mordhorst’s poem – like Linda’s and mine – evokes the mystical feminine of these golden, fiery tones. I love how Heidi uses dialect to add some humor to her dialogue.

Heidi Mordhorst

Amber says to Golden,
"I think your eyeliner is a little thick."

Golden says to Amber,
"Better too thick than none, sister."

Amber says to Golden,
"Where should we glow tonight?"

Golden says to Amber,
"Let's glow to Club Cauldron.
It's always hot there."

Gold eyeliner from Chic Trends.
Get your landing gear ready. We’re going to be a little more grounded tomorrow with Day 11's color: Tarmac.

Day 11 Tarmac
Pantone ®  19-0822

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Poetry Friday: Finicky Feline

Remember the great Poetry Postcard project of early 2013? Remember how I said, "Stop at the planned 44 poems? Heck no! I'm having too much fun."

That was until I met Postcard #49. It is a paper collage from a fine art postcard series, 30 Contemporary Women Artists. And it had me stumped for months.


Detail from Postcard 49.
See full information at the bottom of this post.
My first attempt was to describe the image. Although visual imagery is my habitual "way in" to a poem, I struggled. Describing this image was not easy. The postcard features two Keith Haring-style water nymphs (nude), carrying a spotted leopard (hammock-style) through a lily pond. And the provocative title, Post Coital -- I didn't need to see that.

I let that sit for several months while I was teaching. When I went back to the poem, there was one salvageable line: "They have spent all day eating white paper petals."


The petals and shadows of the water lily are a fitting
subject for the depth and layers of  collage art.
http://www.all-creatures.org/works/waterlily.html
Round two. Persona poem. I like persona poems! I teach persona poems (see some student examples here). Maybe that will work.

I tried the poem in the voice of one of the water nymphs. This draft was called "Cut Out Woman." See, I can write provocative titles, too. But the poem? Bleh.

That's when I threw the early drafts out, gave up trying to create a meaningful poem, and took my own advice. Remember this "points of entry" exercise?

With your postcard (or other prompt: object, idea, memory), jot down:

1. Visual image
2. A word or phrase that jumps out at you
3. An image using one of your other four senses (not visual)
4. Is there something to research?
5. A personal connection

One of these will lead you down the path to the poem.


Is your path to the poem free of obstacles.
Mine certainly wasn't! Look out for those pesky water nymphs.
Did it work for Postcard 49? You bet! I researched the etymology of the word "leopard" and  was rewarded with this juicy piece of information: it contains roots for both lion and panther. In ancient times, the leopard was considered to be a hybrid cat. What did the leopard think about that?

The Leopard


Leo is my lion stride.
I’m velvet paws and kingly-eyed.

Pard is panther’s sinewed gait.
I climb up trees. I watch and wait.

A hybrid beast, the ancients said,
as if I had an eagle’s head

and mere spots on my dappled coat,
where sun and shadows swim and float,

as if my grace could be defined
or catalogued by human mind.

Patience is a hunter’s work,
and silent is the leopard’s lurk.

by Laura Shovan

Postcard Information:
30 Contemporary Women Artists
Beverly Bigwood (American, b. 1952)
Post Coital, 1988. Paper collage, 27 x 45 in.


Pomegranate ● Box 808022 ● Petaluma, CA 94975

http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Namibie_Etosha_Leopard_01edit.jpg
Beverly Bigwood's site is worth checking out. There's a cool collage portrait at this link: http://www.bigwoodart.com/gallery/commissioned-portraits/3936981

Have a wonderful Poetry Friday and happy Summer Solstice to all this evening! Today's host is Carol at Carol's Corner.