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- Untitled 1536: photo by Todd Hido, 1996 (Kaune, Sudendorf Gallery for Contemporary Photography, Cologne)
The singer lit his purest
candle and placed it in
the window of the fleeting
house. But how unkind
the night wind blew
that flickering candle
out. How insecure
a teetering bridge
over a vale of
tears for fears
the recursive
mentation, the missed
moment all
through the regressive
progress
the impurities and so
once more
The singer lit his purest
candle and placed it in
the window of the fleeting
house.
- Untitled 2910: photo by Todd Hido, 2001 (Kaune, Sudendorf Gallery for Contemporary Photography, Cologne)
- Untitled 1975-a: photo by Todd Hido, 1996 (Kaune, Sudendorf Gallery for Contemporary Photography, Cologne)
When I read/saw this, I immediately felt it was a song. I really would love hearing/seeing this set to music. Todd Hido is amazing, by the way. Curtis
ReplyDeleteCurtis is right: the music is hidden here. May be it will shine in a moment like the sudden light.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, Tom!
Curtis and Julia,
ReplyDeleteThere is indeed a snatch of song behind this.
A bit (more) about the singer...
I love this poem, and the illustrative photos too. But even more, I love the "Morning Glory" post you linked to with its wonderful and layered reflections on the lyric enterprise. Any chance that has been published somewhere besides this blog?
ReplyDeleteTom,
ReplyDeleteTB and TH 'inspires' TC to light light this candle, put it in the window of this "fleeting/ house" so some of us too can see the light. . . .
10.9
grey whiteness of fog against invisible
ridge, song sparrow calling from branch
in foreground, wave sounding in channel
returning from the start to
that, including those
opposite, subject which was
observed, again since
silver of sunlight reflected in channel,
grey white fog on horizon next to point
a light
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alight
on me
night-
fall
's now
Great post all around, especially the link where your comments on songs sent me straight to Seferis' "Denial" which was set to music by Theodorakis many years back and continues to be one of Greece's favorite songs.
Incidentally, the word verification for this comment was "schne"--one more 'e' would've convinced me the gnome behind the control panel was German.
Thanks, David. And no, the Morning Glory piece never appeared elsewhere; like much else that is to be found here, it was written with this as its intended home.
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Straining through the dark to hear Stephen's song sparrow awakening...
Thanks to all for keeping a little light in this window... and to Vassilis for continuing instruction in the arts of illumination, intentional and other:
dankeschön
quoth the gnome
nobody home
under the dome
Well, should you be moved to publish a new collection of essays & reflections about poetry, may I recommend that "The Morning Glory" be included! Time for a sequel to *The Poetry Beat*? I am a proud owner of that one. . . .
ReplyDeleteThanks also for introducing me to Hido's photography. Marvelous stuff.
David Graham
I love the poem and the Burchfield piece. And those pictures . . . Really mystical!
ReplyDeleteMy word verification is Ekste like some kind of code for the feelings of some kind of internal burn in the work here.
Nin,
ReplyDeleteInteresting you should mention the Burchfields, in the context of this photographer.
There's a sort of "hidden connection" (aha!), there, at least in my mind.
That is, both Burchfield and Todd Hido (almost a century later, of course) came from relatively obscure origins, in northeastern Ohio.
Of all places.
very love this.
ReplyDeleteHi, Not really a comment. Just an invite to do a Pataphysics magazine guest post. See here http://yanniflorence.net/pataphysicsmagazine/pataphysics.html
ReplyDeleteLet me know if of interest. Hope the odd context appeals. contact@yanniflorence.net Kind regards Yanni
Many thanks g, you bellwether you.
ReplyDeleteYanni, swell. Odd context = good context.
Oh, and another Burchfield/Hido "coincidence" (do coincidences exist?): all those houses are haunted.
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