By Vladimir Brezina
… like a sea-anemone
Or simple snail, there cautiously
Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
Philip Larkin, Best Society
But, contrary to Larkin, the best society is not always solitude…
(St. Pete Beach, Florida, December 2012)
By Vladimir Brezina
… like a sea-anemone
Or simple snail, there cautiously
Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
Philip Larkin, Best Society
But, contrary to Larkin, the best society is not always solitude…
(St. Pete Beach, Florida, December 2012)
Posted in Literature, Nature
Tagged Emergence, Florida, Philip Larkin, Photography, Poetry, Snail, Unfolding
By Vladimir Brezina
The Daily Post‘s Weekly Photo Challenge is usually posted on Fridays. It’s now mid-day Monday… Over the weekend, I, and many other people who have been trained to eagerly anticipate the challenge, were almost giving up. In fact, to fill the absence, on Saturday night Ailsa on her blog Where’s my backpack? proposed her own alternative challenge on the theme of “Reflections“, and has been getting a very lively response indeed. My two “Reflections” posts are here and here.
Still, better late than never! This week’s official Photo Challenge is finally here, and it is Blue.
… And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
Philip Larkin, High Windows
That’s it: Blue means opening up, spaces without limits, endless possibilities…
Actually, some of the photos from my “Reflections” posts, here and here, would also have fit the theme very well…
Posted in Literature, New York City, Photography
Tagged Blue, Manhattan, New York City, Photography, Poetry, postaday, postaweek, postaweek2012, Weekly Photo Challenge
By Vladimir Brezina
This week’s Photo Challenge is Sun.
Suspended lion face
Spilling at the centre
Of an unfurnished sky
How still you stand,
And how unaided
Single stalkless flower
You pour unrecompensed.The eye sees you
Simplified by distance
Into an origin,
Your petalled head of flames
Continuously exploding.
Heat is the echo of your
Gold.Coined there among
Lonely horizontals
You exist openly.
Our needs hourly
Climb and return like angels.
Unclosing like a hand,
You give for ever.
Philip Larkin, Solar
(Cape Cod Bay, July 2011; more photos are here)
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My second interpretation of “Sun” is here.
Other nice “Sun” posts:
Posted in Literature, Nature, Photography
Tagged Cape Cod, Philip Larkin, Photography, Poetry, postaday, postaweek, postaweek2012, Sun, Weekly Photo Challenge