
Poetic Imagery by Libris Craft
July 7th, 2012 8:12 PMFor this task, I chose "As Once the Winged Energy of Delight". I planned to take the pictures at the college where my father taught (and are full of fond childhood memories), as well as where I went to college. The dual states of childhood and growth in the poem seemed to echo with my own history.
As part of Misanthropology's and my tasking weekend, we walked around taking the pictures I had planned out. I had planned to do it myself, but it ended up working out for the best, as many of the pictures I needed some help taking.
As Once the Winged Energy of Delight
As once the winged energy of delight

carried you over childhood's dark abysses,

now beyond your own life build the great

arch of unimagined bridges.

Wonders happen if we can succeed

in passing through the harshest danger;

but only in a bright and purely granted

achievement can we realize the wonder.

To work with Things in the indescribable

relationship is not too hard for us;

the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,

and being swept along is not enough.

Take your practiced powers and stretch them out

until they span the chasm between two

contradictions...For the god

wants to know himself in you.

Rainer Maria Rilke
And I was done!

And: my notes for the task.

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Some of the photos are very much tied to the history of where I took them. On one hand, I could have explained the history of each place where I took a picture. On the other hand, I feel that if the work cannot stand on its own, without explanation, I failed artistically.
How about this: message me about any of the pictures that do not make sense to you, and I will explain, as best I can.
I had not meant to suggest in any capacity that your Praxis had failed artistically. I prefer that bits of it don't make any sense.
I would never ask you to explain them, for the same reason I wouldn't ask a magician to explain her tricks.
I'm most glad that you liked the bits that didn't make sense!
Magician tricks, and praxis have a bit in common, I think.
I'll bet that the pictures made sense to the photographer, which is what matters the most :3
Libris, don't give credit where none is due. I walked next to you while you took pictures you choose for your poem. It was your task I was just there. I have accordingly removed myself from the completion. I still love it though.
I like it. Some of the pictures don't make perfect sense to me, but the rest make enough sense that I feel like the ones that don't would make sense if I thought about it.
If that makes any sense.