Wax Poetry, the newest genre of all.
Visual poetry at least cleans up after itself.
I thought the idea of a mountain above the clouds, as an expression of the depressurized atmospheres of the grasslands, would make a great symbol. So I made an image of it. Here it is.
So, that was a simple mirroring. Call that the first level of symbolism. I went on to make a few other images, trying different angles and approaches. Here’s an interesting one.
See that? The mountain is still there, but the ripples on the lake have turned it more into a language of ripples than an expression of the mountain. Call this the second level of symbolism. As I walked along (and the mountain and its reflection kept pace with me) I came above a willow branch that some sloppy beavers had left lying around, so I lined that up and made an image of it, too.
Call this the third level of symbolism: the deliberate arrangement of artifacts replacing the mirror image of the mountain with something else altogether. Then, my camera’s light sensors gave me a gift (when I crouched down lower to the water).
Call this the fourth level of symbolism. Lake and sky are mirrored now, while mountain and branch are the same shade. What’s more, because of tricks of reflection the branch is in both water and air, embodying the entire photograph on a structural level. And, yeah, like all symbols it means nothing. It is the way things are. If meaning is attached to it, you can be sure it’s extraneous to the symbol. After all, this is the first part of the symbol…
…and this is the second …
What creates a symbol is a view that crosses between them. And that’s your story.
Writers in North America are so often dismissively called Liberals, as if that meant “socialist”, as if that meant “Stalinist”. Truth is, writers are just writers.To help you see that, here are a couple images. Here is an image of the Capitalist left. It is defined by romantic slogans.
I made that image in Prague in November. Here’s an image of a communist-era fountain, from Prague. I think it would be save to say it’s an image of the Communist Left.
The Graffiti, of course, is an image from the Capitalist Left … perhaps so far left that it’s anarchist. The communists, however, loved intellectual art, and adored fountains. All across Eastern Europe the things are languishing now, because they aren’t romantic. Aww. There is just a teeny lesson here, writers. When writing about history, beware. The contemporary history of Prague looks like this:
It’s story is up to you. If it’s a story you’ve heard before, start again. Somebody tricked you.
Artists know that a single image will do.
Sculptors know this too.
Poets know that two images, side by side, create thought.
Different images, different thought.
Dramatists know that if you add a third image, the whole thing gets up onto its feet and walks.
The trick is not to make the sequence too long. Framing is all.
All images are from Prague.