"Whiskers-Pictures" [Reflections on Chris Orwig's Book Visual Poetry - Matrix of Chapters 1 To 4 With Chapter 7] (Matthew 6:2)
I feel like Michael Finnegan as I look out today –
The focus of that crazy song we sang in former day;
It seems he had some whiskers which he’d grown upon his chin;
A storm blew up and blew them in – he had to re-begin.My whiskers were the scraggly kind, a hit-and-miss at best;
A storm blew up and blew them back until I had addressed
The culture aspect of my mix – I was a TCK,
From Echoland, and now it’s like I’m starting on my way.My poetry is partly there, or started up at least;
And novel-writing in the past, the TCK released;
But picture-part has been held the back until the cancer came,
Then in the A.T. program it came back – but now was changed.For as we change inside ourselves, our output changes too;
In novels, poems, photographs, it’s us the others view;
It is a self-revealing sport, communications work;
It can’t be hidden, folks all see our mix of saint and jerk.Recovery of the sight indeed makes picture-making you;
We tend to shoot what interests us in all the things we view;
Augmented text with graphics, pictures, photographs, and lines,
Results in layered-meanings from both aspects of our minds.With advent of the digital our toolbox has increased,
And with it ease-of-use is up, so barriers have ceased
To keep the average person out – more democratic now;
So mystery and magic’s buried deeper there somehow.So need to go in deep, for all to put ourselves in play,
Is on the increase, and that’s good – a challenge here to stay;
So find the joy in each new task, keep laughing as you learn
Each new technique, and point of view – now income you can earn.For no-one makes a photograph quite like the ones you’ve made;
For no-one has your point of view, position that you take;
Your focus and your way of doing life from Echoland,
All color photos which you take, as life you under-stand.Thanks for this Lord.
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