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Ekphrasis

Ekphrasis. Responding to Art with Art. Ekphrasis: Definition. A graphic, often dramatic, description of a visual work of art. In ancient times it referred to a description of any thing, person, or experience.

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Ekphrasis

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  1. Ekphrasis Responding to Art with Art

  2. Ekphrasis: Definition • A graphic, often dramatic, description of a visual work of art. In ancient times it referred to a description of any thing, person, or experience. • The word comes from the Greek ek and phrasis, 'out' and 'speak' respectively, verb ekphrazein, to proclaim or call an inanimate object by name.

  3. Modern Ekphrasis • Where one medium of art tries to relate to another medium by defining and describing its essence and form, and in doing so, relate more directly to the audience, through its illuminative liveliness. • A descriptive work of prose or poetry, a film, or even a photograph may highlight through rhetorical vividness what is happening, or what is shown and in doing so enhance the original art and take on a life of its own through its brilliant description.

  4. After looking at the next slide, quickly jot down answers to the following Questions: • What do you see in this painting? • How is the painting arranged? • How would you describe the rhythm? • What is emphasized? • Where do you see patterns? • How is color used? • What name would you give the painting?

  5. The Fall of Icarus Pictures and Poetry

  6. LANDSCAPE WITH THE FALL OF ICARUS by William Carlos Williams According to Brueghelwhen Icarus fellit was springa farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantry of the year wasawake tinglingnear the edge of the seaconcernedwith itself sweating in the sunthat meltedthe wings' wax insignificantlyoff the coastthere was a splash quite unnoticedit wasIcarus drowning.

  7. Musee Des Beaux Artsby W. H. Auden About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating On a pond at the edge of the wood: They never forgot That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse Scratches its innocent behind on a tree. In Brueghel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

  8. ICARUSby Edward Field Only the feathers floating around the hatShowed that anything more spectacular had occurredThan the usual drowning. The police preferred to ignoreThe confusing aspects of the case,And the witnesses ran off to a gang war.So the report filed and forgotten in the archives read simplyDrowned, but it was wrong: IcarusHad swum away, coming at last to the cityWhere he rented a house and tended the garden.That nice Mr. Hicks the neighbors called him,Never dreaming that the gray, respectable suitConcealed arms that had controlled huge wingsNor that those sad, defeated eyes had onceCompelled the sun. And had he told themThey would have answered with a shocked, uncomprehending stare.No, he could not disturb their neat front yards;Yet all his books insisted that this was a horrible mistake: What was he doing aging in a suburb?Can the genius of the hero fallTo the middling stature of the merely talented?

  9. ICARUS (continued) by Edward Field And nightly Icarus probes his woundAnd daily in his workshop, curtains carefully drawn,Constructs small wings and tries to flyTo the lighting fixture on the ceiling:Fails every time and hates himself for trying. He had thought himself a hero, had acted heroically,And now dreamt of his fall, the tragic fall of the hero;But now rides commuter trains,Serves on various committees,And wishes he had drowned.

  10. ICARUSby Christine Hemp It was his idea, this flying thing.We collected feathers at night, stuffingour pockets with mourning dove down. By day,we'd weave and glue them with the waxI stole after we'd shooed the bees away.Oh, how it felt, finally, to blow off Creteleaving a labyrinth of dead-ends:my clumsiness with figures, father's calmimpatience, cool logic, interminable devising.The sea wind touched my face like balm.He thought I'd tag along as usual,in the wake of his careful schemebound by the string connecting father and son,invisible thread I tried for years to untie.I ached to be a good-for-something on my own.I didn't know I'd get drunk with the heat,flying high, too much a son to return.Poor Daedelus, his mouth an O below,his hands outstretched to catch the rainof wax. He still doesn't know.My wings fell, yes - I saw him hoverover the tiny splash - but by then I'd been swallowed into love's eye, the light I've come to seeas home, drowning in the yes, this swirling white-hot where night will never find me.And now when my father wakeseach morning, his bones still sorefrom his one-time flight, his confidence undonebecause the master plan fell through,he rises to a light he never knew, his son.

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