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The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams poem.
EMAGI is a recent variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.
The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams Poem.
EMAGI is a recent variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
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The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams poem.
EMAGI is a recent variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
It's not a prerequisite, of course, but if a piece of writing is any good, chances are it's probably offensive to someone. (Paraphrasing John Irving-A Widow for One Year) So, writer beware...
Words are a writer's stock in trade,
To ply it well requires a versatile,
Not volatile, vocabulary.
With words a writer's claim to fame is made,
But words can have broad repercussions.
So when he writes
He should select them well,
Not just to sell,
But so they don't arouse the scrutiny
Of those guys who comprise Homeland Security
And become the subject of discussions
Of the FBI, the CIA,
The DAR, the DMV,
The IRS, the IRA,
USPS, the EPA,
The PTA, SPCA,
AARP or AAA,
Twitter, NAACP,
The NFL, the MLB,
The LGBTQ community,
The NRA, the PGA,
NASA or the BBB,
Ellen, Oprah, Dr. Phil,
An ad hoc Sunday sermon bill,
Or his city, county, state constabulary.
Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a sophisticated shaft
To mechanize, modernize or upgrade the messages
A poem is, of course, a piece of writing in process
It’s a bubbling melting pot, where many things are amiss
For many logical or purposeful reasons and for excuses
Which are existentially beyond the scope of countless texts
Poets are generally perplexed and write under pretenses or pretexts.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
So-used to emphasize a clause or negative statement
I-the subject or object of self-consciousness; the ego.
Wrote-past tense of write
A-used when referring to someone or something for the first time in a text or conversation.
Poem-a piece of writing in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by particular attention to diction (sometimes involving rhyme), rhythm, and imagery
That-referring to a specific thing previously mentioned, known, or used to emphasize a particular thing or animal mentioned.understood.
Explains-give a reason so as to justify or excuse (an action or event)
Itself-used to emphasize a particular thing or animal mentioned.
When I think of her
I think of love so tender.
When I need the tender,
She's a big spender
She never stops to pamper,
All round the calendar.
With a traitor
On my breeches,
She turns into tailor
And makes me some stitches.
When I think of beauty,
That's her duty
When I think of splendour,
That's her true colour
I caught a strange behaviour
She just endured
And like a jewel vendor
She kept me secured
So just for her I want to sign an undertaking
With this piece of writing
Never to fall her hands
Or make her put them on her head
But to put gifts in her hands
And crowns on her head
Like a gold mine
Surely she is mine.
I fed from her bosom
And began to blossom
It made me this handsome
My queen she's awesome
I ate all the fishes
And refused to do the dish
Yet she met my wishes
And more of me she'll cherish
She is like no other
I can only adore her
When I think of her
I can only think of love so tender
Sip Coffee Nice And Slow
Going viral in social media space is a nice piece of writing...
Calling for readers to take life easy, sipping coffee nice and slow...
It makes such great reading , it is a great piece of writing......
Metaphorically we are to sit back to watch life as a show...
This writing is likely from a writer who has gone thro life...
Doing exactly what most of us has individually labored and done...
Doing our utmost best to secure the comforts in life in the times gone...
Only to suddenly realise Life has slipped past by...
We missed the little pleasures and joys in daily lives...
For we were caught up in the rush to better our stations in life...
Only now, after the many years of wear and tear...
We sit back and reminisce with peers so dear....
What a life journey it has been, we have to appreciate all that happened...
It's time to sip coffee nice and slow cos the best is yet to unfold....
The place where I used to stay,
I used to learn and eat and play,
My so many friends and toys
The shared sorrows and joys
The childish quarrels we had
Hitting each other like mad
The teachers' great helps
Our unnecessary yelps
The care and love and courage
Preparing us for the future age
The fun we got
The fights we fought
All these are the memories I weave
My school, I will one day leave...
(A very old piece of writing retrieved from my school diary..)
Another Old Piece of Writing. I was 18 when I wrote this one
Too many thoughts, I see
Frustration inspired writer’s block,
Eyes red and pulse racing
A word is heard, my mind locks,
Pencil tapping and imagination free
I am evil, I feed on hate,
My original nature is calling me
To fight it now is much too late,
My name is fear, eyes are dark
Anger flows through me like a flood,
My hand begins to write it away
As I glide through seas of bad blood,
I push out innocence and embrace loathing
My nightmares copy my breathing,
Verse after verse is brilliantly written
My creativity thrives, my soul is bleeding,
For a moment my nature is free
Briefly my darkness causes fear,
the trembling hand finishes the verse
Reminding me of goals I am near,
As anger becomes restrained again
The finished piece deserves fame,
For to be the best, I release the real me
Thus, anger and creativity are exactly the same
I pull down my worn thesaurus, turn the notebook to an empty, curious page
click and unclick my pen
5 or 6 times
as if to click some inspiration into my searching, wandering brain
some days I grow frustrated with
my inability to coherently express
some days I grow content with
the effortless ebb and flow of words
at times, the paper is my ally and friend
at others, it is my enemy, taunting me with dangling strings of eloquence
and just when my hopeful fingertips brush the ends, they are quickly snatched back
I revel in the freedom, the liberty, yet I am also imprisoned within the lines, trapped
into the ink, and woven into the paper
a prisoner with absolutely no desire to escape
I believe the ending of a piece of writing to be the most important part; the last thing
the reader sees
it must be powerful, thought-provoking, insightful
one must never ever leave it
unfinished, and incomplete
it would not be right to just….
trail off
If I were not to see the light tomorrow
I’m dying to let the inside reach you
But either with breath or unbound
What you feel will spark immortal
If I were not to hold your face tomorrow
It is not such a dreadful loss
I dreamt of you long before
And you will remain alive in my world forever
If I were not to taste the sweetness of those lips tomorrow
I am closing my eyes tonight
Holding to that one single bliss I first felt
I’d be bringing in this eternal journey of mine
If I were not to speak to you tomorrow
I’d like to let you know
Your voice is unforgettably soothing
And will always resound in my endless sleep
If I were not to be with you tomorrow
The reason why the ink blots against this piece of writing
My eyes swell with tears with a thought of you
Don’t fret for I never felt this way ‘til we met.