Photographic Artist’s Book: photograms, photographic prints including Sabattier effects (pseudosolarization).

13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird (for Wallace Stevens), 2018
13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird (for Wallace Stevens), 2018

Photographic artist’s book created in response to Wallace Stevens’ poem, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.

Among twenty snowy mountains/The only moving thing/Was the eye of the blackbird.
Among twenty snowy
mountains
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
I was of three minds,/Like a tree/In which there are three blackbirds
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three
blackbirds.
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds./It was a small part of the pantomime.
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
A man and a woman/Are one./A man and a woman and a blackbird/Are one.
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
I do not know which to prefer,/The beauty of inflections/Or the beauty of innuendoes,/The blackbird whistling/Or just after.
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
Icicles filled the long window/With barbaric glass/The shadow of the blackbird/Crossed it, to and fro./The mood/Traced in the shadow/An indecipherable cause.
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass
The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
O thin men of Haddam,/Why do you imagine golden birds?/Do you not see how the blackbird/Walks around the feet/Of the women about you?
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden
birds?
Do you not see how the
blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
I know noble accents/And lucid, inescapable rhythms;/But I know, too,/That the blackbird is involved/In what I know.
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
When the blackbird flew out of sight,/It marked the edge/Of one of many circles.
When the blackbird flew out of
sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
At the sight of blackbirds/Flying in a green light,/Even the bauds of euphony/Would cry out sharply.
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bauds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
He rode over Connecticut/In a glass coach./Once, a fear pierced him,/In that he mistook/The shadow of his equipage/For blackbirds.
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
The river is moving./The blackbird must be flying
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
It was evening all afternoon./It was snowing/And it was going to snow/The blackbird sat/In the cedar-limbs
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
Kodak No. 2A Folding Autographic camera
Kodak No. 2A Folding Autographic camera

If Wallace Stevens had a camera, it might have been this model.