The Poet as Photographer ~ and vice versa!

Discussion in 'Open Gear Talk' started by Irenaeus, Nov 4, 2011.

  1. Irenaeus

    Irenaeus Regular

    Apr 2, 2011
    Here's a question for you: what camera or cameras would our best poets use? Emily Dickinson, for instance, who wrote:

    To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
    One clover, and a bee,
    And revery.
    The revery alone will do,
    If bees are few.

    Here's another: If mulling over this question leads to lines of thought that might impact or challenge your own picture making, could you share those reflections with us?

    I've just begun on this, myself, and will have to get back to you...


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  2. BBW

    BBW Administrator Emeritus

    Jul 7, 2010
    betwixt and between
    Irenaeus, you are setting the bar high!

    I'm sure my reaction to what camera Emily would use is based solely on my own experience so I will say if she could she'd use a Fuji X100 due her contemplative nature.

    I will give the line of thought more consideration and do my best to respond.
  3. pdh

    pdh Legend

    Jan 2, 2011
    e e cummings would use a dp2
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  4. aznick

    aznick Rookie

    Jul 11, 2010
    Arizona, USA
    The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

    Robert Frost
    Walking By Woods On A Snowy Evening

    I think he would have an EP3.
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  5. Lili

    Lili Hall of Famer

    Oct 17, 2010
    Dallas, TX
    Where the wave of moonlight glosses
    The dim gray sands with light,
    Far off by furthest Rosses
    We foot it all the night,
    Weaving olden dances
    Mingling hands and mingling glances
    Till the moon has taken flight;
    To and fro we leap
    And chase the frothy bubbles,
    While the world is full of troubles
    And anxious in its sleep.
    Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

    Where the wandering water gushes
    From the hills above Glen-Car,
    In pools among the rushes
    That scarce could bathe a star,
    We seek for slumbering trout
    And whispering in their ears
    Give them unquiet dreams;
    Leaning softly out
    From ferns that drop their tears
    Over the young streams.
    Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

    Away with us he's going,
    The solemn-eyed -
    He'll hear no more the lowing
    Of the calves on the warm hillside
    Or the kettle on the hob
    Sing peace into his breast,
    Or see the brown mice bob
    Round and round the oatmeal chest
    For he comes the human child
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand
    From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

    W B Yeats

    He would us a XZ-1, the fast lens would alow him to catch the fleeting gloom of Twilight
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  6. jakri

    jakri Regular

    Sep 12, 2011
    Milwaukee, Wisconsin
    Jim Krivitz
    As every flower fades and as all youth
    Departs, so life at every stage,
    So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
    Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
    Since life may summon us at every age
    Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
    Be ready bravely and without remorse
    To find new light that old ties cannot give.
    In all beginnings dwells a magic force
    For guarding us and helping us to live.

    Serenely let us move to distant places
    And let no sentiments of home detain us.
    The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
    But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
    If we accept a home of our own making,
    Familiar habit makes for indolence.
    We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
    Or else remain the slaves of permanence.

    Even the hour of our death may send
    Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
    And life may summon us to newer races.
    So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

    "Stages", The Glass Bead Game, Hermann Hesse.

    Goodbye Nikon DSLR, Hello Sony NEX, Looking forward to Fuji X200, and on and on and on.....
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  7. Streetshooter

    Streetshooter Administrator Emeritus

    Jul 12, 2010
    Philly, Pa
    As you go about your life,
    brother whatever be your goal
    keep your eye upon the donut
    and not upon the hole

    Dr Murray Banks, he would be using an M6 with a 50 Cron.
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  8. Irenaeus

    Irenaeus Regular

    Apr 2, 2011
    thanks to each and every one!

    these are great answers ~ cummins and yeats were old friends, and frost I knew, of course. i'd never seen that poem by herman hesse, however, though i loved reading his siddharta many years ago and this particular piece rings a certain resonance in my own life. banks is also new to me, and i love the way he brings it all full circle, so to speak...

    it's funny, but this kind of sharing (unusual on the internet, in my experience,) has put a delighted smile on my face that doesn't seem to want to fade away at all...

    many cheers, and all the best!

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  9. stratokaster

    stratokaster Top Veteran Subscribing Member

    Dec 27, 2010
    Kiev, Ukraine
    I think Josef Brodsky will use a Zorky with a Jupiter-12.

    Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey.
    Best are the dales and rivers removed by force,
    as from the next compartment throttles "Oh, stop it, Bernie,"
    yet the rhythm of those paroxysms is exactly yours.
    Hook to the meat! Brush to the red-brick dentures,
    alias cigars, smokeless like a driven nail!
    Here the works are fewer than monkey wrenches,
    and the phones are whining, dwarfed by to-no-avail.
    Bark, then, with joy at Clancy, Fitzgibbon, Miller.
    Dogs and block letters care how misfortune spells.
    Still, you can tell yourself in the john by the spat-at mirror,
    slamming the flush and emerging with clean lapels.
    Only the liquid furniture cradles the dwindling figure.
    Man shouldn't grow in size once he's been portrayed.
    Look: what's been left behind is about as meager
    as what remains ahead. Hence the horizon's blade.

    And his friend W. H. Auden would be using a Canonet.

    Look, stranger, on this island now
    The leaping light for your delight discovers,
    Stand stable here
    And silent be,
    That through the channels of the ear
    May wander like a river
    The swaying sound of the sea.

    Here at a small field's ending pause
    Where the chalk wall falls to the foam and its tall ledges
    Oppose the pluck
    And knock of the tide,
    And the shingle scrambles after the suck-
    -ing surf, and a gull lodges
    A moment on its sheer side.

    Far off like floating seeds the ships
    Diverge on urgent voluntary errands,
    And this full view
    Indeed may enter
    And move in memory as now these clouds do,
    That pass the harbour mirror
    And all the summer through the water saunter.

    Thank you for raising this topic! When I was younger, I spent countless hours translating best English poems into Russian.
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  10. Irenaeus

    Irenaeus Regular

    Apr 2, 2011
    Great stuff, stratocaster ~ what a wonderful way to spend your youthful hours! Just to find that out would have been well worth the (admittedly miniscule) effort of starting this thread!

    Here's another thought from me, and in haiku's 17 syllables, though after the poetry you have shared, perhaps it should be filed under "from the sublime to the ridiculous!"

    what camera would
    dickinson use?
    significantly obscura!
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