This strange black-and-orange locality

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This strange black-and-orange locality
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original writing and photos by @d-pend
. . . photos taken with iPhone 8+ . . .
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This strange black-and-orange locality
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Whatever scene appears as merely dream
Appears so only once the dreamer wakes.
So long as one's submergèd does it seem
Full tangible — the boiling titian lakes
Encompass one, and stifle, and compress.

       Was there a locale less arid than this:
       Where rivulets refreshing ever run?
       Perhaps that was a fantasy of bliss
       Conceived under the furious-hot sun
       That blazes me invisibly with rays.

       And neither do the columns go unscathed
       Upholding black-and-orange locality;
       But parch and crack, and in warm dust are bathed
       By exhalations—perpetuity
       Of phantoms on horizon fiery.

What is this auburn corse in finery
That occupies position where my frame
Was lively once with flush of waking flesh?
All scratched and skeletal, and sunk by blame
Into this crevice where the magmic thresh
Of ectoplasmic tongues of fire rage.

       It must be I was born in cursèd age —
       Or charmed with high-flown terror and delight
       Into my nook where gentle scrabblings
       For lullabies exchange and ebb the fright
       Of orange daytime, where with fervid wings
       The bats and gargoyles their frolics have.

       I must be as a long-forgotten staff
       Of some journeying wizard set aside:
       Sentient enough to think and feel
       While latent, in paralysis I bide;
       Yet witless quite — numbly do I kneel
       Unthinking, waiting for the master's turn
       Of gait that brings him back around to me.

In ordinary opposites the spurn
Of light on dark makes manifest the sea
And sets the depths apart from shallow waves.
Yet in this realm the flame and aether meld;
From merging only feeble stranding saves.
By livid wire is my coil held —
To witness cataclysm and record
The comings and the goings of the rain.

       Deluge of laser-snow and scald of sand,
       The etchings of a careless potency
       Entrapping all the mages of the land
       To reason out illogicality
       Of burning nothing, boiling titian lakes
       Of this strange black-and-orange locality.

Whatever scene appears as merely dream
Appears so only once the dreamer wakes.
So long as one's submergèd does it seem
Full tangible — the boiling titian lakes
Encompass one, and stifle, and compress.


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Original writing and photos by Daniel Pendergraft,
created to be published to HIVE on May 7th, 2020.


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The last photo in this post is surreal. It almost looks as if it's some kind of sea creature. The contrast between the background is striking so the object seems to suspended in air or water giving a strong 3D effect.

This is more than a new lens. It's a new point of view. As for the first pictures, I have no idea what they are. It's like some of your poems when I first read them. I wasn't sure where they were going but I felt good and my mind went in circles reading it like reading a mystery.

The world has mysteries. It is better for many of those mysteries to be left undiscovered for some time. Then when we are ready those mysteries are revealed.

One of the things that goes along with waking up from a dream is dissapointment. The dream world is strange and exciting and while in that state resolutions are made and great tasks are accomplished. The secrets of life are all revealed only to wake up and find a mosquito buzzing over head. In a pinch the world couldn't do without these gadflys.

The last photo in this post is surreal. It almost looks as if it's some kind of sea creature. The contrast between the background is striking so the object seems to suspended in air or water giving a strong 3D effect.

This is more than a new lens. It's a new point of view. As for the first pictures, I have no idea what they are. It's like some of your poems when I first read them. I wasn't sure where they were going but I felt good and my mind went in circles reading it like reading a mystery.

It's fascinating that when we look at things from very close or from a great distance, they no longer resemble themselves. I tend towards the abstract, but have gravitated to a more concrete style over time. This piece, however, leaves a lot to the imagination, I think :-)

The world has mysteries. It is better for many of those mysteries to be left undiscovered for some time. Then when we are ready those mysteries are revealed.

Absolutely. If we understood everything — or once we do — we wouldn't exactly need to be in the world anymore, whose primary purpose is to allow the opportunity to learn.

One of the things that goes along with waking up from a dream is disappointment. The dream world is strange and exciting and while in that state resolutions are made and great tasks are accomplished. The secrets of life are all revealed only to wake up and find a mosquito buzzing over head. In a pinch the world couldn't do without these gadflies.

+1! :-D Thanks for the great commentary.

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