‘Photographs’ – writing exercise

I love using images to generate language – and this week in the weekly writing workshop I facilitate for people in addiction recovery, we looked at five photographs – three by Mary Ellen Mark, and two by William Eggleston:

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and we tried to use these images as inspiration to generate poetry (poems). I don’t always get the opportunity to attempt the exercises whilst I’m facilitating, but I love this kind of image-generated exercise – so I gave it a go. Instead of focussing on one photograph, I utilised all five, and this is what I came up with.

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Why not give it a go yourself and see what you come up with….

 

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Three Prose Poems Featured on Occulum

​I have three prose poems up over at the wonderful Occulum site @theocculum – go read them at the link Xx

https://occulum.wordpress.com/2017/07/14/three-poems-by-miggy-angel/

Free-Write Poem With Picture #3

Alexander Tinei

Today's her birthday and we are arcs
of light in the afterdark
pharmacy, playing paper, scissors,
stone with the Ativan
machine. Our one religion
of breaking and entering. Her reflection
in blue-grain tinsel
through the moon-tomb
windowpane is a Renaissance
painting of classic,
anaesthetic proportions. Lowering
the sulphur and the hovering
lanterns of illuminated
barbiturates, down into
the cavern of our lungs’
breathless apparatus, the song
begins. And if she remembers
the words she shall be dead.
In the dream, a nuisance man, wearing
surgical mask, flags a hearse, waving
tombstone-white dove.

(Another free-write poem fragment by me – and painting by the amazing artist Alexander Tinei)

Free-Write Poem With Picture #2

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If she keeps notsaying the thing

is that as good as sayingit, she wandered.

Hands, fluent in silence. The awning

kept an awful countenance,

contemptuous above the concrete.

Broken bricks in forlorn walls

toothed the street-mouth, little

sore-dust asphalt sharks that dart

beneath the tenements. And who

amongst us was betrothed

to the truth, she bartered. Poetry

was the way she waited forever

outside the closed door. If you listen

closely, every name is called

except for hers. Now, do you have

what you came for, have you

something red, shining, unjust

to write about?

 

(another free-write poem fragment by me, and artwork by the wonderful Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)

Free-Write Poem With Picture

Gottfried Helnwein

Beneath her feet, the city

gossips, tarmac tongues whispering

the hymn of her returning.

Every sodden yard of hard-mooned

kerbstone unfurls to her insoles,

black locale knows the girl

& her swell cobalt mind

so well: the hackneyed princess

of slagheaps and monolithic

mole-hills of one-mil syringes.

Doom-town stare of a million

methadone-dawns.

– Miggy Angel

(I just wrote this lil orphan fragment off the top of my head – and as I’m trying to post here regularly again and cultivate a consistent writing practice I thought I’d share it with yous – the above artwork is by one of my fav artists: Gottfried Helnwein. Check his art out it is incredible.)