My Writings

Film and the Spectator
by Jeremy Elbert (2005)

With precise technique
Light and movement is captured
Time and space collide
All of the action: rehearsed
Form and function realized

Emulsion layers
Chemicals react: color
Images of light
A Flat surface and dark room
Two nor three-dimensional

Moving images
Projected patterns of light
Reading in the Dark
Art, Movement, and Aesthetics
A Literature of Revolt

And the audience
Language, structure, conventions
Emotion; Response
Cognitive abilities
Of you and I: observers

Reading Critical Theory
by Jeremy Elbert (2005)

An idea or concept
emerges at the surface
It starts to settle

It is subject to
contemplation, scrutiny
careful examination

the true nature of thought
filling in the blanks, finding solutions

Juxtaposition: a new and different notion
What is critical theory?
Ideas: my own connections
It is contrapuntal

The Rainstorm: New Orleans
by Jeremy Elbert (2005)

At once it subsides
Wind and water meet landmass
The daylight follows
Flooded streets and washed out roads
Remnants of infrastructure

Patterns of sunlight
Splinter through the trees and bead
Revealing darkness
Water swirling and twirling
With reckless abandonment

by Jeremy Elbert (2005)

The roaring water
Tumbling and falling
Slightly discouraged

Salmon and brook trout
Struggling to swim up the stream
Powerful undercurrents

Miles from the coast now
Rockfish and Halibut: Seafaring
In the Pacific rain

Thinking back to all I used to be. You’ve been wilder all your life, and you were surely shocking me.
– Juliet Turner

Serendipitous: My Wild Poet Friend

On the way to see the movie Wild
I was behind a Toyota truck during rush hour
And you probably won’t believe this, but it’s true
I looked at the truck’s license plate and it read BIG-SIS
and I thought of you.

Oh dear, this movie made me weep
And I thought of all the times I wanted
only to be there for you

Sheltered in my heart, my beloved friend
You were the thread that held my world together
The reason for the journey I went on in my youth,
The one who helped me get back home, when I got lost

Years later, you were a poet, teacher,
and friend: You taught me how to listen
And when my world was spinning again, you held my hand
You were my sister of sweet silence in snowy fields too
The world, I learned to love and see anew because of you

by Jeremy Elbert (2014-2017)

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