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I am excited to herald the Sudden Denouement Black & White Photography Contest:
Sudden Denouement has since its inception been interested in the synergy between imagery and the written word. We have been diligent in our commitment to maintain a specific aesthetic that compliments the strange world of words we inhabit. In the spirit of our commitment, we are launching a black and white/monochrome/sepia photography contest. This contest is a celebration of the medium, but also a means to showcase artists who share a passion for black and white photography.
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Send submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org
[Photo: Able Eble]
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.”
Photography art – Ralph Steiner, This Year Ride a Bicycle, 1924
“I am a book of snow.
A spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits.
I belong to the earth and its winter.”
From Pablo Neruda, “Winter Garden.”
Art – Snowstorm, Astoria, NY, 1940, by Frank Navara
A new voice and sirensong enthralling: Patrick Hart
“Forgiveness is found in the cooling of blatant heat
A treasure typically reserved
For hunters and priests
Finally shifting in the form of falling leaves
A light reprieve
From hollow hell and dampened glory
The sky awakens to bodies succumbing
To the Cliff Swallow’s song
A disbelief of patience
That strands the torture of constant war, for
Beauty is a season in desire
It is a body bright
Knotted In the fingers of sunlight
And a bored man’s tongue
Can find the fruits of passion
In the throes of this calm union
Roadside Maples dance in irenic fashion
With acorn offerings littering
The feet of wolves nurturing the day
And autumn prints pry fault
From the aging jetty of the mind…”
[Patrick Hart is a transplanted South Georgian writer who originally hails from Hampton Roads Virginia. He currently serves in the United States Air Force, as an air traffic controller.
Like most of us, Patrick draws most of his inspiration from his history. Through his writing, he seeks to dredge bodies from the dark pools of his mind, as much as he desires to describe and define what life is.
If he had to use one word to describe himself, it would be cerebral.]
My Second Miracle
“I hate social media. I met my ex-wife on Myspace. We got married two months later, at least if my memory serves me correctly. My marriage outlasted Myspace, but it felt just as vapid. But, at least out of married I got two miracles. I never wanted a second child. I started late, and I was afraid of having a girl. The odds were against me. Because I was never particularly lucky, I knew my second would be a girl. I sat sweating nervously while they performed the ultrasound.”Congratulations, its a girl!” My ex was beaming…”
“True beauty results from that repose which the mind feels when the eye, the intellect, and the affections, are satisfied from the absence of any want.”
– Owen Jones, Grammar of Ornament (1856)
“I mark’d a throne
Of half the world as all my own…”
– Edgar Allan Poe, from “Tamerlane”,1827
Art by Eva Kosmos.
“Unless you really understand the water, and understand the reason for being on it, and understand the love of sailing and the feeling of quietness and solitude, you don’t really belong on a boat anyway. I think Hemingway said one time that the sea is the last free place on earth.”
– Humphrey Bogart
Art by Frederick Judd Waugh.
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus
Art by Victor Prouvé.