Photograph Poems: Ekphrastic Poetry

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Photograph Poems: Ekphrastic Poetry

Ekphrasis Definition: The verbal representation (i.e., poetry) of a visual representation (i.e., an image) To write/analyze ekphrastic poetry, you must ask yourself What is the object/work of art? Who is describing it? Why? (Purpose) Who is the audience? How does the observer enter the work of art? 2 types Notional—based on an idea Actual—based on an actual image

Vincent Van Gogh, Starry Night

The Starry Night by Anne Sexton That does not keep me from having a terrible need of—shall I say the word—religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars. ~ Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die. It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eye. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die: into that rushing beast of the night, sucked up by that great dragon, to split from my life with no flag, no belly, no cry.

The Vietnam Memorial

Facing It by Yusef Komunyakaa My black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn't, dammit: No tears. I'm stone.  I'm flesh. My clouded reflection eyes me like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning.  I turn this way -- the stone lets me go. I turn that way -- I'm inside the Vietnam Veterans Memorial again, depending on the light to make a difference. I go down the 58,022 names,  half-expecting to find  my own in letters like smoke. I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash. Names shimmer on a woman's blouse but when she walks away the names stay on the wall. Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's wings cutting across my stare. The sky.  A plane in the sky. A white vet's image floats closer to me, then his pale eyes look through mine.  I'm a window. He's lost his right arm inside the stone.  In the black mirror a woman's trying to erase names: No, she's brushing a boy's hair.

“Nude Descending a Staircase” by Marcel Duchamp

Nude Descending a Staircase by X. J Nude Descending a Staircase by X. J. Kennedy Toe upon toe, a snowing flesh, A gold of lemon, root and rind, She sifts in sunlight down the stairs With nothing on. Nor on her mind. We spy beneath the banister A constant thresh of thigh on thigh-- Her lips imprint the swinging air That parts to let her parts go by. One-woman waterfall, she wears Her slow descent like a long cape And pausing, on the final stair Collects her motions into shape.