seventy.eight - .nine

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

Sarah Teasdale, American lyrical poet (1884-1933)


I love how words can enhance art... music sometimes explains words... art informs music. I don't know if this particular poem effectively goes with these images or not; I had not originally put them together. The images were inspired by who-knows-what, and the poem simply spoke to me deeply... however, the pairing interests me.
In future posts, I'd like to couple more poetry with art and even music in an effort to explore the interconnected relationships. Usually when I'm painting or drawing, I think first in words (not necessarily sentences) and then transfer that to image, whether it is abstract or realistic. I should include some of that random poetry/rambling in future posts as well, I suppose, if it's not too intimate. The trick with incorporating words in art, I think, is to avoid being too obvious. I don't think the words should completely explain the picture (or vice versa). The viewer should be compelled to think and to make his or her own connections between the words and images.