OK, example time! One of my very favorite poets, William Carlos Williams, has a great example of ekphrasis, which I will share here:
Landscape With The Fall of Icarus | ||
by William Carlos Williams | ||
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near the edge of the sea concerned with itself sweating in the sun that melted the wings' wax unsignificantly off the coast there was a splash quite unnoticed this was Icarus drowning |
For my example, I stumbled upon an amateur photo (which was uncredited, or else I would give the photographer his or her due) that was quite striking. The poem below came out of reflecting on that photo.
Still Life
It was never my intention
to call a viaduct my shelter,
to make concrete and masonry
my dwelling-place.
They say life is what happens
while you’re making other plans.
I made a wrong turn somewhere,
leading me here.
Don’t pity me.
I don’t need your patronizing.
I don’t have much,
but I still have my pride.
Let me retreat
from my harsh sur-reality
to the calming patterns
of celestial themes.
Let me meditate
on what life still offers
by studying the perfect
symmetry of flowers.
I still have my life
I still have my health
I still have beauty
I still have.
You can find more description of ekphrasis and more examples here. So, once you have found your object and tried to inhabit its world for awhile in poetic form, I would also ask that you find a picture of it on the web somewhere and post the link to it with your poem so readers can get the full experience of your writing. Have fun, I know I did!
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Late to the party this week! A hard-working vacation and a totally unexpected change of Internet Service Providers'll do that.
Anyway.
Insofar as I understand the challenge at hand, there's no rhyme scheme, line limit, meter requirements, or any such thing, so....
Van Gogh's The Starry Night has always affected me since I first saw it (actually just a print of it, of course, since I've never been to New York City). For a link to an image of it, courtesy of Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:VanGogh-starry_night_ballance1.jpg
More waves than particles,
The starlight swirls and eddies,
Washing the night-time sky.
(I suspect that these things are meant to be rather longer than this, but this is what I've got.)
cicely
We missed you, Cicely! Glad you're back. You are correct, there is no prescribed format or limits to this form. 1,000 points for your return and a fine attempt at ekphrasis.
ok - for once I am putting something up - I wrote this a LONG time ago but at least I am participating...
Cancerous Dreams
for M.C. Escher
I don't really understand
the understanding of art.
Rippled faces in strange constellations
crinkled laughter on a torn page--
strangers connected by unspoken words.
Images flash across my frontal plate.
My body of dreams forms nightmares
of common places that are familiarly uncommon:
ghosts in the night of a strange hall of day
lizards traipse across foreign dreams and return to their shells.
This madness creates new life in me.
I don't really understand
the art of understanding really.
Susan
Wow, thanks for sharing that, Susan! I have always been somewhat mesmerized by Escher's take on surrealism. Is there any particular piece of his that this poem was based on, or just all of his work? Is there a website you can point us to for visual aids? 1,000 points for a word-painting worthy of Escher.
http://www.mcescher.com/Gallery/ital-bmp/LW115.jpg
"Ghosts in the night"
http://www.mcescher.com/Gallery/back-bmp/LW327.jpg
"Lizards traipse"
The full website is at http://www.mcescher.com/
And for some background, this was a comparison between his art and also about cancer and how your body betrays you...familiar ground, now unfamiliar. Hence the title "Cancerous Dreams"...
Thanks and I promise I will work on trying to find time to work on new stuff!
Susan
thanks Susan! For those still mulling ideas, comparing the effect of an artwork with some other known entity is an excellent place to start, as you can see from Susan's example.
Here's my sucky poem...
http://images.google.ca/images?hl=en&q=klimt+the+kiss&btnG=Search+Images&gbv=2&aq=f&oq=
It's for The Kiss by Gustav Klimt
Surrounded.
Completely enveloped.
Fingers intertwined with fingers
& the fine hair at the
nape of my neck.
Held.
Arms holding me.
My feet unable to find firm ground.
His breath is on me.
My cheeks afire.
Kissed.
Soft lips touch
burnt cheek.
No breath escapes.
My eyes close - i'm lost.
Coloured.
Golden tones.
Warmth & flashes of light.
Soft greens express
Our verdant love.
Paige,
I'm gonna share something with you that I learned in high school. You are (by FAR, usually) your own worst critic. Where you see a "sucky" poem, I see amazing. I know exactly the picture you're talking about, even though you can't post the image next to your poem. 1,000 points for a gorgeous portrayal of the woman in the iconic painting. I really mean that, by the way.
Last minute, I know...sorry! It's certainly not my best work, but I like it anyway...
http://masterblog.front.lv/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/art-not-garbage-02.jpg
Trash? Maybe.
But those moments are priceless.
We live,
And eat.
We love.
A dinner between friends.
A tissue to wipe tears from a failed relationship.
A neighborhood barbeque.
A craft project gone awry.
So yes, to some it may be trash
But to me, it's the beauty
Of those memories
We created
Together.
Alicia--a lovely poem, and a piece of art I was not familiar with. 1,000 points for making it under the wire with a great poem!
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