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Entirely Green

from Heather @ memory & desire

(Quelque Parfum) - Rainer Maria Rilke - Malgré le ciel encore bas et cet air qui chancelle, quelque chose nouvelle flotte vers l’odorat. Quelque parfum tout vert discrètement se dégage. Un plaisir déménage: le printemps est ouvert. (Some Perfume) …

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The Wake

from Heather @ memory & desire

Iris - by David St. John - Vivian St. John (1981-1974) There is a train inside this iris: You think I’m crazy, & like to say boyish & outrageous things. No, there is A train inside this iris. It’s a child’s finger bearded in black banners. A single win…

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Extraordinary NYC: Odds and Ends

from Heather @ memory & desire

Public Transportation - by Elaine Sexton - She is perfectly ordinary, a cashmere scarf snugly wrapped around her neck. She is a middle age that is crisp, appealing in New York. She is a brain surgeon or a designer of blowdryers. I know this because I a…

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Perfuming Literature: Interview with Christophe Laudamiel

from Heather @ memory & desire

Christophe Laudamiel defies categorization. He is one of the most sought-after perfumers working today, but he is also an inventor, chemist, artist, educator, and fearless pursuer of his own ideals. I first became aware of his name in November 2006 whe…

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End Note: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

The poem that we’ve been exploring for the last two weeks, “In a Station of the Metro,” took Ezra Pound almost two years to write. I suppose, then, that it’s not such a great shame that I am at a loss for words in response to the great outpouring of cr…

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Liz Zorn: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

Edgar Degas: L’absinthe (The Absinthe Drinkers) In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. - Ezra Pound - I went through a Lost Generation phase in my teens. And have always been a fan of Ezra Po…

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Roxana Villa: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. ~ Ezra Pound ~ The first line “In the Station of the Metro” pulled up memories of the metro in Paris, London, New York and most vividly my birthplace, B…

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Andy Tauer: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. - Ezra Pound When asked to participate in an “imaginative adventure” where I would get a short poem to translate into a fragrant picture, I was utterl…

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Michael Storer: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

- In a Station of the Metro - The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. - Ezra Pound - Dear Heather, Since one of my major modes of expression is through aroma, I have created a fragrance that represents my initial impre…

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Ayala Sender: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. Ezra Pound It’s hard to say what most appeals to me about this poem – the tactile and photographic impression it leaves in me; the rhythm of the wor…

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Ineke Rühland: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. My first thought upon reading the poem that Heather sent me is that I got very lucky. Not only is it a fun, jaunty little poem, but also the “Metro”…

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Anya McCoy: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

(click on the graphic above for an enlarged version) Transport On a Theme by Ezra Pound Perfumes transport, trains transport: the movement, the moment of scent commingled, then dispersed. This image came to me in a dream. When I awoke after the dream a…

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Christophe Laudamiel: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. -Ezra Pound- In a Station of the Metro Re:Mix, Real:Mix, Reel:Mix A gulping blackhole towards a shiny blackbody Only fourteen ingredients, top, bottom, …

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Vero Kern: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

Fragrant Thoughts On: The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. On “In a Station of the Metro” This is how Ezra Pound introduces his famous haiku: “Three years ago in Paris I got out of a “metro” train at La Concorde, an…

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Rachel Jones: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. - Ezra Pound - I imagine the author “scences” in each face A fragrance all its own, A beautiful signature Each unique, Content to stand alone. Sweet str…

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Dawn Spencer Hurwitz: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

Ezra Pound: In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. With my very idiosyncratic process, the words (the poem “brief”) create an image or images, as if they were visual pieces. From there I begi…

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Yosh Han: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. - Ezra Pound - I’m walking through Grand Central NY, I hear lots of voices speaking in many languages. I have a moment of déjà vu, and feel that I am …

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Lisa Fong: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. by Ezra Pound The poem gave me a feeling of being underground and looking up through a hole. This underground space became a grave, six feet under ground. The Metro is also underground, dark, gloomy, and alienating. The people are apparitions, which I felt meant ghosts or persons who have died and passed into memory. I started with base notes which would smell like the earth underground and/or a subway in a large city. For this I used a vetiver…

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Lisa Fong: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. by Ezra Pound The poem gave me a feeling of being underground and looking up through a hole. This underground space became a grave, six feet under groun…

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Mandy Aftel: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. Ezra Pound My base would be built around tonka absolute and costus. Warm and sweet like caramel, tonka is the ultimate powdery note. Costus, with its complicated aroma of a wet dog crossed with crushed violets, retains the alchemical ability to transform every other essence. To create a watery and shimmering base, I would dose heavily with costus to cause the other essences to give up their rough edges, like an apparition. For the middle I would choose broom absolute…

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Mandy Aftel: Perfume in a Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. Ezra Pound My base would be built around tonka absolute and costus. Warm and sweet like caramel, tonka is the ultimate powdery note. Costus, with its co…

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Perfume Inside the Poem: In a Station of the Metro

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. - by Ezra Pound - From Poetry, April 1913. Online text via Poetry Foundation. The current spacing of the text is from a later modification of the poem by Pound, published first in June 1913, and later in Pound’s Gaudier-Brzeska: a Memoir, 1916.

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Perfume in a Poem: In a Station of the Metro

from Heather @ memory & desire

In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. - by Ezra Pound - From Poetry, April 1913. Online text via Poetry Foundation. The current spacing of the text is from a later modification of the poem b…

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Upcoming: The Perfume Inside the Poem

from Heather @ memory & desire

Pleasures - by Denise Levertov - I like to find what’s not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct. Gull feathers of glass, hidden in white pulp: the bones of squid which I pull out and lay blade by blade on the draining board— tapered as if for swiftness, to pierce the heart, but fragile, substance belying design. Or a fruit, mamey, cased in rough brown peel, the flesh rose-amber, and the seed: the seed a stone of wood, carved and polished, walnut-colored, formed like a brazilnut, but large, large enough to fill the…

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