"JA ME STICK":: A FOLIO OF PHOTOGRAPHS

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Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By ZED on Monday, May 03, 2010 - 11:09 am: Edit Post

INTRODUCING "JA ME STICK"... A Series of Images, in which we, in our human, mineral and earthen selves absorb and are absorbed, in instantaneous mergings & reflection of the Other as Ourselves.

As we connect, wheel about, spin off, submerge and emerge from a ripe fertility of sweet perfuming or fetid decay, restoration, numinous Revelations and restful harmonies...
The Caribbean-smoked poems offer a means of inviting ourselves into informal coll-aboration with voices over-heard on our Walk-a-bouts, and the internal conversations, like traveling clouds, that evanesce into our be-ing.


VIEW THE PHOTOGRAPHS HERE IN THE PHOTO GALLERY:
(Or @ ZED JA ME STICK: 2010-05-03)

http://treasurebeach.net/guide/pg/gallery/default.cfm?D=767


Saint Francis and the Douen

The head
sheltered by a great mushroom hat
holds the secret of all things beginning
and the wisdom of their endings.
Hidden there
is the knowledge of mysteries unbaptised,
tiny, faceless creatures-
those knots of possibility are the dread
beneath the hat.
Hidden there
is a mouth that cries in the forests,
calling the living to step
beyond the boundry of their seeing;
but sometimes it is necessary
to reach out and cradle the child,
and tell again in touch and sweet lullaby
of its loveliness and wonderful promise;
as Saint Francis did
when he followed the small voice
that beckoned him from the darkness,
then stooped low to where the infant sat
naked on a wet riverbank,
swaddled in the mud of all things beginning;
and reaching to take the child into his arms
he saw his face look back at him
right there, from water's surface,
and in that moment's recognition
found again the gift of self-blessing--
for all things rise to life again, from within,
in the waters of self-blessing;

So the Saint gently removed the hat
in a sunbathed spot witnessed by the river,
the earth, the trees and the passing breeze,
and with healing touch and soft song
sang of the infant's perfect loveliness;
from the tender head and troubled brow...


Jennifer Rahim


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Kathy on Monday, May 03, 2010 - 07:03 pm: Edit Post

Those are some great photos Zed


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Thanks on Monday, May 03, 2010 - 10:09 pm: Edit Post

Deep Zed.....deep


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By barbarajs on Tuesday, May 04, 2010 - 03:37 am: Edit Post

Gorgeous photos.Just real Jamaica.I like how they are so 'unposed' if that makes sense.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By turey on Tuesday, May 04, 2010 - 09:18 am: Edit Post

Thanks ZED.


Top of pagePrevious messageNext messageBottom of page Link to this message  By Rebecca on Tuesday, May 04, 2010 - 07:10 pm: Edit Post

Just getting a chance to look at the photography and read the poems.

Thanks Zed, thoroughly enjoyed them. A true Jamaica dat!