Autumn Resurrection

Resurrectionsometimes, even

in the season

of dying and farewells

the broken,

the rusted,

the rejected

are touched by magic,

resurrected,

garlanded in lights

and flowers,

transmogrified

and honoured

as fallen leaves

and a tenuous sun

ride summer memories

through October streets.

 

photo and poem by clinock.

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Iconicalities. natura morta.

natura morta

natura morta haiku

photo and haiku by clinock. photo from Vernatza, Italy.

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Iconicalities. Madonna del mar.

stainsstain poem

photo and poem by clinock – photo from Oaxaca coast, Mexico.

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i•con (ˈaɪ kɒn)

  1. a picture, image or other representation.
  2. an image of Christ, a saint, etc., venerated as sacred.
  3. a sign or representation that stands for something by virtue of a resemblance or analogy to it: an icon of womanhood.
  4. a person or thing that is revered or idolized: a pop icon.
  5. a small graphic image on a computer screen representing a disk drive, a file, or a software command.

[1565–75; < Latin < Greek eikn likeness, image, figure]

 

Iconicalities. crowned

icon jcwiredphoto and poem by clinock – photo from Cinque Terra, Italy.

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i•con (ˈaɪ kɒn)

  1. a picture, image or other representation.
  2. an image of Christ, a saint, etc., venerated as sacred.
  3. a sign or representation that stands for something by virtue of a resemblance or analogy to it: an icon of womanhood.
  4. a person or thing that is revered or idolized: a pop icon.
  5. a small graphic image on a computer screen representing a disk drive, a file, or a software command.

[1565–75; < Latin < Greek eikn likeness, image, figure]

Affirmation

affirmationDefenseless under the night

Our world in a stupor lies;

Yet, dotted everywhere,

Ironic points of light

Flash out wherever the Just

Exchange their messages:

May I, composed like them

Of Eros and of dust,

Beleaguered by the same

Negation and despair,

Show an affirming flame.

If you can, watch this video full screen, it is so very magical.

 

painting by clinock / poem: From Another Time by W. H. Auden.

Ghosts – silence

silence

An investigation for jesters

and saints,

this sadness of a man,

this separated ghost,

this disconnected stare

in brittle glass,

unrecognized reflection

of nothing known

in this frozen liquid sand,

pinned to a drawing board,

crucified

in clouds of calendars

and an ambiance

of echoing silence.

 

Ghost of a ghost

exiled from connection

to all familiar senses,

wandering lost

in a papier-mache world

filled with mute puppets

and the creeping feet of madness

drifting on autumn leaves,

the dumb changing of seasons

and the cold winds to come.

 

There was a voice once

filling days and nights,

sweet ectoplasms of love

buried now in the heavy quiet

of collapsing bridges

and the broken entities of light.

 

There was a precious presence

partnering in mirrors,

a twinning wholeness

held gently in his hands,

now crumbling into dust

and blown on September winds

across a face

that is a stranger to itself.

 

There was music and whispers

tongued and lipped

across vibrating cells,

songs of angels and dreamers

gagged now and gone,

leaving a face alone

to face itself,

a double haunting.

ex silentio.

 

 

self-portrait drawing and poem by clinock.

Ghosts – Hungry Ghost

hungrybird

Hungry ghost,

insatiable spirit,

I would free you first

amongst many if I could,

release you from your struggle

for relief and escape,

but you are mired so deep

in your painful longings

I cannot reach you.

 

Hungry ghost,

never satiated,

always searching, wild eyed

for the soothing elixir

that will fill the emptiness inside.

Tasting this and drinking that,

inhaling green and golden brown

mists of pleasure and illusion

to alleviate your loneliness.

 

Hungry ghost,

stripping the beauty of what is

with beaks of desire

to find fulfillment in what isn’t.

Hunting through nature and time

for more than is given.

Feeding on dreams

while the nurture of life waits

untouched around you.

 

Hungry ghost,

I would free me of you

and you of me,

exorcize these cravings

for the imagined, the untrue,

with chants of love

and a final act of will

dissolving these yearnings,

these haunted addictions

into clear mountain water.

 

painting and poem by clinock.