Today's poem
Last Thursday I bumpted into Tod Papageorge's poem 'Untitled' in his collection Passing Through Eden. His poem snips the gleaming moment of Central Park. I found it in Alec Soth's Blog, too. Soth's blog is full of terrifying tales. Please chew Papageorge's poem and Soth's Blog!
Untitled (from a notebook dated 1978) by Tod Papageorge
Mid-spring, mid-morning – into the park
and downtown through the shimmering air,
each flush and pulse of light flashing quicksilver
through a net of dust, leaf and pollen.
Step by step, a camera hanging from my neck
beats my heart.
Green like the incontrovertible season,
I move through the high, untended, tow-tipped grass,
supplicant, trainee, hunter, mule,
out here to photograph,
to call this intoxication to account
and press these lawns and palings
into pictures
Last Thursday I bumpted into Tod Papageorge's poem 'Untitled' in his collection Passing Through Eden. His poem snips the gleaming moment of Central Park. I found it in Alec Soth's Blog, too. Soth's blog is full of terrifying tales. Please chew Papageorge's poem and Soth's Blog!
Untitled (from a notebook dated 1978) by Tod Papageorge
Mid-spring, mid-morning – into the park
and downtown through the shimmering air,
each flush and pulse of light flashing quicksilver
through a net of dust, leaf and pollen.
Step by step, a camera hanging from my neck
beats my heart.
Green like the incontrovertible season,
I move through the high, untended, tow-tipped grass,
supplicant, trainee, hunter, mule,
out here to photograph,
to call this intoxication to account
and press these lawns and palings
into pictures
(from Alec Soth's Blog: https://bit.ly/2W3VKD4 )
Tod Papageorge's photos: https://mo.ma/3noSDBX
Soth's introduction of books: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TRO_k7rreg
