WINTER
WINTER
EMILY ISAACSON
EMILY ISAACSON
Eclipsed Poetry
Eclipsed Poetry is similar to Found Poetry but introduces originality by using only words or phrases from the original text, while creating the poem with its own character, wording, and atmosphere. It is as an intersection of the sun (original text) and moon (poet and creator).
Emily Isaacson has used Eclipsed Poetry as a learning tool, and includes it in her collection THE FLEUR-DE-LIS, where it is referenced as "inspired" poetry in the end notes. She has developed this art form, and used it as her own, while imparting it to others. Emily is not self-taught but was schooled in creative arts and writing from a young age. She was taught from age 10 how to write poetry, and developed her own style from that point until her university years, when she took several creative writing and literature courses. Eclipsed Poetry, however, is her own creation.
Her early poetry was more likely to follow this genre, inspired by magazines, books, art and music. Postmodern poetry in its essence does reference other literature, even including it as material, whilst remaining both authentic and original to its author.
Samples of eclipsed poem:
The Old Man And the Sea (inspired by Ernest Hemingway)
from p.214 Vol II of the Fleur-de-lis
and Godhood (inspired by Who Has Seen The Wind, W.O. Mitchell).
Excerpt from Godhood:
On the prairie, in sudden silence
the haloed foxtails bow,
as dragonfly on shimmering wing alight,
amidst flax-flow'r of pale blueness
a butterfly goes pelting past,
as o'er the face of prairie glides
the moment shadow of a hawk.
A minute ray of sun revealed
rends higher edges luminous,
against the carded ebbing grayness
stretching to the prairie's rim--
a well of rising darkness pierced.
Emily Isaacson
Quote
Quote
What are prophets but the trumpets blown by God to stir the heart?
WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE
Emily Quote
I found meaning in
the little things,
and recorded
the symphonies of nature.
Somehow the movement
of the shadows and lights
over the earth,
played like a chord
upon the harp,
its stringed note lingering
into the dust of mankind.
--Emily Isaacson
