.
Every minute
I've lived in
myself
I've lived
in someone
else
out there
said the astronomer
to himself
The Astronomer: Johannes Vermeer, c. 1668 (Musée du Louvre, Paris)
Saturday, 22 May 2010
The Astronomer
.
Every minute
I've lived in
myself
I've lived
in someone
else
out there
said the astronomer
to himself
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6 comments:
Love this, Tom. Again, insightful pairing of words and images - introspectively close up, far away and of course the details. All about light, of which, Vermeer was a master of.
Impressive, effective and simple. Loved the parallelism between words and image. A jewel.
Many thanks Leigh and Lucy.
I like the way this one worked out, the conversation between the images and the words became a little wedding.
The glints on the jewel for me are those starlike points of light on the textured fabric folds in the immediate foreground of the close-up detail shot.
And I think it is not immodest for me to say that because of course those stars were scattered there not by me but by the ineffable genius of Vermeer.
For me, this poem hinged on "to himself." Just swung it all around on itself and over and back again, made me do a twirl. I like twirling.
i love the astronomer
peering at the stars
being observed by distant
astronomers
- good lens tom
refract and distort
or reflect and flip
turn left or right
each decision
a universe
in which we each
may live
just in time
Thanks, guys.
Absolutely a hinge poem, turning or twirling back upon itself.
(Refraction happens when a wave breaks and turns back upon itself).
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