Seven Sundays
SEVEN SUNDAYS / Commissions
These images were created especially for the poems. I would read McClure's poems, memorize them and think of images that I already produced to counter-illustrate the concept. When a poem and photograph 'hit' the hair on my neck would stick straight out, then I knew they were a match. In some instances, no photograph was in the files. This series contains some examples of producing an image, especially for a poem (without retouching) to counter the poem. Multi-image photography using darkroom magic.
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TWO SPEEDS
for Jane
1.
THE DEER
leaps
at
us
nearly
striking
the
moving
car
in
the
darkness. |  |
2.
THE BRONZE GREEN
HUMMINGBIRD HURLS
himself upward
like a pellet
from the sling
of his own brain.
He chases the scarlet
blur of the tee shirt
as it sails
through the air.
Then,
eye-to-eye with
the sun-bathing girl
on the roof,
he
hovers in front of her
just as she catches
the tee shirt.
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 | ODEfor Bob Dylan
MY EYES ARE WIDE EXPLOSIONS
in the field of nowhere.
My pocketwatch burns air
and sprouts golden antlers.
I'm
the stand-in
for flaming stars;
my heart murmurs
are electric guitars
and
my hair
reflects in rainbows
and in aura glows
that radiate my brow.
The tinsel ice
does melt
beneath my feet --
my words are fleet --
and my songs
are an armada.
I see
the smiles of cherubs float
from the barranca.
The world with all its facets
is a whirling boat
of leopards and of mice
from which I hurl
the radiant dice
of my perceptions.
All conceptions
of boundaries
are lies! |
 | FOR JOANNA
HOW BEAUTIFUL GRAVITY IS!
Can I get one high?
My
heart
is
a
sky
full
of
clouds
of blood
when
I run.
I grow
wise and
young
till
I
die.
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