Poetry the True Underlying Condition of my Life

I have studied Photography seriously for just over a decade. I have used almost every type of camera imaginable from the latest of digitals offering, to cameras made at the turn of the twentieth century and in between. I have worked as a videographer and photographer. I have studied my Masters in photography and plan to pursue a PhD in photography. I work as a camera salesman as my day job.  As I approach my twenty-fifth birthday I still and always will have much to learn about the craft that has taken over my life. 

I have written poetry since I was fourteen. I started as a way to understand William Shakespeare who I was playing in a play at high school. I started simple and evolved as I went. I damned the rule and I damned grammar. I just wrote I had found a way to vent my emotions as I felt them into a physical representation to the exact word, all in the name of teenage angst. I have won one local competition, and written hundreds of poems, most of which I have lost.

At the end of my Masters, I sought to combine the Japanese poetry known as Haiku and photography. Going forward I wish to sink my teeth into Poetry and Photography with more abandon. Though I have written for over a decade I never really studied poetry, past what was handed me in school. So as I study Haiku by chance I picked up a collection of Poems by Allen Ginsberg. I was inspired. The rawness of the words, the emotions and visions created spoke of what a younger me had sought to accomplish in the written form. I was renewed, I needed to learn more about this genre of poetry.

And though, I will never ever to profess to be a Master of the written word. Just as I will never ever profess to be a Master of the visual image. I wish to, going forwards use this blog as a way to talk about the two things that I have found the most passion for. I will be publishing poems, images. Images of poems, poems of images and so on and so on. I will leave you with a Haiku I wrote:

Just me and the cat,

It sleeps at my feet in bed

I await my dreams

Thanks For Reading,

Reece.