I am vertical


Posted on 26th June, by admin in Small Stories. No Comments

I am vertical

This series came up after i’ve read Sylvia’s Plath poem “I’m vertical” in a period of my life where i was trying to redefine myself and my life. At the same time, i was attending Pavlos Fysakis workshop of photography in Focus School of Photography in Athens. Nature always helps me in such circumstances.

This series consists of 44 photos. A selection of them was exhibited twice as follows:

19/10-3/11/13: Group exhibition themed “Personal Vision” from Pavlos Fysakis photography seminar,Focus School of Photography, Booze Cooperativa, Athens, Greece

3/2-16/2/14: Group Exhibition themed “Personal Vision”, Thessaloniki’s Photo Festival “Contrast’ curated by Vassilis Karkatselis (Photography Center of Thessaloniki), French Institute of Thessaloniki with the support of Thessaloniki European Youth Capital 2014, Thessaloniki, Greece

   

 

 

 

 

   

 

I am Vertical
by Sylvia Plath

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

 





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