Showing posts with label David Hilliard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Hilliard. Show all posts

Saturday, April 13, 2013

The Sound of Snow







Why do we wake when we do?

Up at 3:30 (not yet midnight
in Vancouver) my head full of
chores.

Sleet spatters
the windows
snow blankets
the yard our
black roof 
goes white.



Snow slickens decks,
sifts through 
bright cord and
stone-weighted
lobster traps.


The dog
goes on 
sleeping.

Everything 
is quiet,



and then 
the wind
arrives. 

By daybreak,
freezing rain.






Notes

Photographs were taken on the West Quoddy dock this morning in a sudden, freezing downpour. The vertical stacks continue my first efforts, a few days ago, to "tear space open," as photographer David Hilliard puts it. Too windy for a tripod, but perhaps wind blows through some discontinuities rendered here.

In English, the word sound is itself, a cacaphony.  It carries four distinct and major meanings: 1) health; 2) "strait of the sea;" 3) a noise; and 4) to measure a depth of water.  The first of these meanings, health, stems from the Anglo-Saxon word sund, (related to Gesund in German), while other meanings stem from other roots.  "Sound" as a "strait of the sea"--Desolation Sound, for example, in BC--apparently emerges from a different Anglo Saxon word sund, perhaps derived from swum, Anglo-Saxon for "to swim."  In this case, a sound is 1) a swimming; 2) the power to swim; and thus, 3) a strait of the sea that could be swum across. "Noise," perhaps the most typical contemporary use of the word sound, comes to us from French (son), via Latin (sonum), but is also linked, speculatively, to the Anglo-Saxon word swin, or melody. Finally, the use of sound as a verb--"to measure a depth of water"--also emerges from the French sonder, to test or measure the depth of water.  This usage (sondar in Spanish and Portuguese), is thought to come from a marriage, in Latin, between sub- (under) and undare (from unda, a wave). But lexicographers also note the following Anglo-Saxon words: sund-gyrd (sounding rod), sund line (sounding line) and sund rap (sounding rope). Throw me a life-line--I'm not swimming today!

This poem was built of "12 true things," which is to say, a dozen small observations.




Sunday, April 7, 2013

West Quoddy Harbour Auhtority User Fees

7 April 2013


Notes

This is an experiment in visual poetry, in which the images must speak for themselves.

Pictures were taken this morning at the West Quoddy "Harbour Auhtority" dock.  I was trying out a technique of vertical image stacking I encountered in the photography of David Hilliard (see http://www.davidhilliard.com/). Such vertical stacking, he says, "tears a space open;" by making your focus discontinuous, it mixes memory and observation. It seemed a format particularly suited to the infinite vertical scroll of a blog.