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Monday, 30 December 2013



III: photo by Petros Kotzabasis (pkomo), 11 February 2006

Some out of fashion goddesses and gods
made clay replicas of themselves
and called them their children
and threw them into the fire
then went away
and when they came back later
it seemed the curse had been lifted
for it was quiet throughout the village
apart from the familiar sounds
of the traditional work continuing on

6173: photo by Petros Kotzabasis (pkomo), 24 October 2008


Nin Andrews said...

Wow! Beautiful.

I LOVE the poem.

TC said...

Thanks very much, Nin.

ACravan said...

This is, as Nin says, very beautiful. You and Petros have hit a home run here. I'm also tempted to say something kind of simplistic and idiotic like "nice myth." What I mean by that is that the poem and story take me back to my first experiences of Greek myths, which were in two books of my youth -- one was intended for children and was written and illustrated by a French couple named D'Aulaire and the other was a collection of black and white plates of Renaissance paintings from my mother's college days rendering classic Greek and Roman myths. The point is that, like this, they seemed natural and real and for that reason imprinted themselves in my imagination forever. Curtis

Poet Red Shuttleworth said...

Wonderful poem!!! Fresh glimpse moment!!!

TC said...

Many thanks, Curtis and Red.

Indeed this poem appears to take the meaning or idea of myth back to childhood (if not for that matter to second childhood, but who's counting any more).

The obscurity and/or mystery in it is perhaps the equivalent of the obscurity and/or mystery in and about the photos.

(I've spent quite a bit of time wondering about this very interesting photographer's procedures, particularly as regards the element of "staging" -- in the lower shot here, as in the images we saw earlier on Styx.)