7:41 a.m. — Atlanta
Listening to Rapid Transit Hula by The Brothers Cazimero
Hello, everyone. Today is our image day. I have a great image for us but am waiting for permission. The site’s owner is away from his computer for a few days, so next month, if he says yes.
Instead I am going to give you two links to some of the most incredible photography I have seen. Both sets are published by The Atlantic and both are sets of photographs from the Olympics. I think the second set, of the final days, is better, but that isn’t terribly relevant to this. What is, is the photography that allows us to see, frozen, that which we watched [or not] at a continuous pace.
Your poems do not have to have anything to do with the Olympics. Remember always, that an image is merely a spark for your brain. Nor, do your poems have to be about sports. Maybe an image will remind you of something you read, or saw, or were a part of. You do not have to mention what is happening in the photograph, at all. You can leave it behind, once the spark has ignited.
So, trawl through the photographs. Enjoy them. Jot notes for two or three of them that do spark possibilities. Look over your notes, mull, write, post.
If you have not been back to read the event poems that came from last Tuesday’s exercise, do. The results were fascinating in their diversity.
I shall see you Thursday for a grab bag. No one has announcements? Questions? Hmm? Friday, we’ll have our Freeforall; next Tuesday we are back to where we were at the beginning of the summer, with a prompt on self. As Poetic Bloomings is also doing that, I shall endeavour to make sure we differ, or not.
Happy writing, everyone.