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April 2023
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You understood better than I did, Gala :) Your painting brought to mind Elderflower florets in the rain
Bill, its a delightful observation of nature, isn't it, and Gerard's keen eye for the not so obvious beauty shines out in this line.
'for rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim'
Brilliant.
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by Carol Jones
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You understood better than I did, Gala :) Your painting brought to mind Elderflower florets in the rain Bill, its a delightful observation of nature, isn't it, and Gerard's keen eye for the not so obvious beauty shines out in this line. 'for rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim' Brilliant.Carol, yes, I love that line too. I can't get to the end of that poem without tears welling up. Manley Hopkins was a keen observer of nature, as is also evident in some of his other poems, like The Windhover, Binsey Poplars and God's Grandeur. He almost paints with words, splashing strong visual images onto the page.
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A timely reminder to get the poetry books back out, Bill. You're right when you say about the visual images. And doesn't it look good by presenting a thread on a painting site that embraces the two.You understood better than I did, Gala :) Your painting brought to mind Elderflower florets in the rain Bill, its a delightful observation of nature, isn't it, and Gerard's keen eye for the not so obvious beauty shines out in this line. 'for rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim' Brilliant.Carol, yes, I love that line too. I can't get to the end of that poem without tears welling up. Manley Hopkins was a keen observer of nature, as is also evident in some of his other poems, like The Windhover, Binsey Poplars and God's Grandeur. He almost paints with words, splashing strong visual images onto the page.
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I agree Carol. Art is a kind of poetry without words, distilling the essence of a scene into an arresting image. The two go very well together. I did a painting for my brother once of a carboniferous forest and wrote a poem to go with it, which a friend then blended into one image. My computer crashed and I lost it, but I think the two can enhance each other.
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It would have been nice to have seen your painting and poem together. When these computers go, they go bigtime, data transfer is costly enough, but data recovery is an expensive job.I can't show you the painting, but here's the poem I wrote. It's about a steamy forest in the Carboniferous period (ca 350M years ago, which produced all the coal we have now), with 3ft wingspan dragonflies and primitive reptiles. It won't win any prizes but it captures my yearning to see those ancient forests. A Love Poem for Mother Earth in Her Youth Mist-filtered sunlight, haze-softened canopy, warm, nurturing moistness below. Slothful creatures bellowing their languid song, over turgid, moonlit waters. Primal, innocent world, fresher than dew, sharper than a sting, each day blindly generating, the wonder I seek. How often I've longed, to hear you sing your far song, and gaze upon your wild, exotic face. BD I was a great fan of the art of Rudolph Zallinger, who illustrated my favourite dinosaur books. The man was a genius. Here's one of his illustrations for Dinosaurs, and Other Prehistoric Creatures. These thrilled me as a boy and got me into art. t
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My interpretation of the poem posted by the team. Unfortunately, my rainbow hasn't shown up very well in the photo as it was very subtle and because I've been painting today, then drawing, my eyes are to bleary to put another streak of colour through. I have been taking photos of rainbows for about a year and the sky is always dark above the rainbow and bright, directly beneath. I'll paint one, one day.
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