Archive for the ‘Wallace Stevens’ Tag
Rose Lake, Santa Catalina Mountains — Digital Art by kenne
One imagines him as a prodigious morning walker
And a lonely metaphysician pausing in the park,
A rose rabbi, a sturdy man on a wide path
Dreaming of a sky washed clean by doubt.
One pictures him under the umbrella
Pines and buttonwoods on the way to work,
Imagination’s largest thinker conjuring up
Songs of human radiance twanging in the mist.
One thinks of him by the lake in a rain:
Mirrors on mirrors mirroring the emptiness.
— from At the Grave of Wallace Stevens by Edward Hirsch
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Mixed Media Art II — Digital Art by kenne
Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.
— Wallace Stevens
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Desert Hibiscus — Image by kenne
“The final belief
is to believe in a fiction,
which you know to be a fiction,
there being nothing else.
The exquisite truth
is to know that it is
a fiction and that
you believe in it willingly.”
— Wallace Stevens
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Hotel Table Lamp (2001) — Computer Painting by kenne
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
— from Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour by Wallace Stevens
(Shared on this day as we stay overnight in Ft. Stockton on our return trip from Houston to Tucson.)
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Fall Colors II — Computer Art by kenne
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
— Wallace Stevens
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A trail near Rose Canyon Lake in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Computer Painting by kenne
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
where I will do
anything for you —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
where no previous day
will be like this —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
sharing moments of bliss
and transcendental longings —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
reading Wallace Stevens
and escape by metaphor —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
outlining the contours
of our experience —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
creating our own cosmos
resembling the Creation —
delaying not, hurrying not.
— kenne
(“delaying not, hurrying not” from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman)
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“Live Covering Death” — Image by kenne
Now that I have more time to search for a source of inspiration larger than or outside of myself, I desire to generate creative expression my combining poetry and visual art. It is not always easy to tease out the imagination in words or a visual image, but when combined one may be able to create analogous worlds. Edward Hirsch, in Transforming Vision stated that this process is similar to what Robert Frost called “counter-love, original response.”
The Most of It
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree–hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder–broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter–love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush—and that was all.
— Robert Frost
PS: I find inspiration in visual images, whether my own or that of others, from which I try to blend visual and verbal eloquence. One of the best examples of inspiration from visual art is Wallace Stevens “Man with the Blue Guitar” on Pablo Picasso’s “The Old Guitarist.”
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