Poetry Forum

By no means am I a photographer ( just a standard digital jobby, although I am thinking of upgrading) I like messing with images/imagery though, so I thought I'd post another to get things moving for the comp.

Climbed inside a handy fireplace for this one.

I was thinking - "fitting in" - ridiculous camouflage, trying to blend in when you obviously don't, that sort of vibe?

I had an odd first impression of this! It reminded me of Klimt's "Portrait of Fritza Riedler." Almost as if the arched brick was a crowning headdress. Is this rife with Freudian symbolism?? Ancient Aztec secrets??? Nah...

Cheers,
Kim



http://www.abcgallery.com/K/klimt/klimt23.html
http://harvey.harker.org/u/harker/nehab ... ddress.jpg

Aha - Tutahnkamus!

Is this rife with Freudian symbolism??

Ha Ha, well:

"Throw down your umbilical noose so I can crawl right back...."

NO actually, but I guess that's what these photos are about, interpretation.

Seriously though, I was thinking of colouring in the headdress section but I decided against it. Glad you saw that as well.

My Daddy caught a burglar.

My sister caught rubella,
even though she’s only 5.
Mummy seemed quite happy;
my sister whinged and cried.

My Daddy caught a burglar,
without a struggle or a chase.
He said he found the naughty man
stuck in our fireplace.

My granddad went out fishing,
even though he’s rather old.
He said he’d caught a whopper,
but he couldn’t catch a cold.

My Daddy caught a burglar,
so he’s a better Dad than yours.
And I asked him when it’s Christmas,
“Please don’t catch Santa Claus.”

My uncle caught a massive rat
in a great big iron trap.
The rat was nearly chopped in half
when the metal bar went “Snap!”

But my daddy caught a burglar
in our house the other night.
Now the burglar’s in prison,
and that’ll serve him right.

Photographer with Negative Equity finds warm.cosy,bijou property
in Hearthforshire.
All it needs is a new front door and a lick of flame.

The Squatter

I found him, lodged like a lego block,
bewildered Alice in Wonderland's
shy older brother, sitting on a Section 6
with wild colors of a universe of drugs

drained from his face, so thoroughly
he blended in with the generic stones
of what used to be my fireplace.
He was talking to himself, I thought,

crushed under this hard heavy arch,
but he was petitioning to 'the big G,'
Shrinker of Walls, Grower of People,
and I had interrupted his mumbled prayer.

The Squatter gets my vote - It frames the picture.

Barrie

Thanks barrie - I only wish i could have somehow fit the Freudian and headdress motifs in.

Yeah pseudo, good work on this one, "the big G" bit had me laughing and getting queer looks from other people in the library, i'm currently petioning to have their sense of fun enlarged.
But woe! I've been looking and looking and this is the most recent poem from pseud?! Where have you gone?!
anyway I think i'll be writing an ode to pseud soon.