Ain’t Exactly Clear

“There’s something happening here / But what it is ain’t exactly clear.” – FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH, by Buffalo Springfield

Sometimes a “slice of life” photo leaves us wondering what just happened the moment before, and what’s about to happen a moment later.

I like ambiguity like that, the kind that can draw us in and hold our attention a little longer.

Here are three of my street photographs, each of which seems to cry out for an explanatory title/caption.

🙂 🙂 🙂

The Red Wheelbarrow

This one-sentence poem by William Carlos Williams is an example of Imagist poetry, which is the kind of poetry that seeks to offer a precise depiction of . . . well, an image.

Archibald MacLeish said that an Imagist poem should not mean, but be. Forget about symbols and themes and deep meanings that cry out for close analysis.

Just give a poem like this room to breathe. Let it grab you by the hand and take you for a walk.

You might find that an Imagist poem, while it doesn’t “mean” anything that can be paraphrased or reduced to a soundbite, might nevertheless turn out to be quite a meaningful experience.

🙂 🙂 🙂