Algis Kemezys

Algis Kemezys
Location
Ste Adele, Québec, Canada
Birthday
June 28
Title
Co-Director
Company
BAK
Bio
Internationally exhibited Photographer/Documentary filmmaker, Sculptor, Dowser, Scrabble enthusiast, Geomancer, Iatromant, gourmet chef

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APRIL 1, 2012 1:58AM

a Longfellow waves Goodbye in April

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photograph by algis kemezys , Longfellow, daddy longlegs

 

 I might be a poet, but i don't know it.

Maybe my legs show it,  they are

Longfellows.

  

An April Day

 

    When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
    The first flower of the plain. 

    I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
    The coming-on of storms. 

    From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
    The drooping tree revives. 

    The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
    The forest openings. 

    When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
    And wide the upland glows. 

    And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out, and the moon dips her horn,
    And twinkles many a star.
 
    Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
    And see themselves below.
 
    Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,

    Life's golden fruit is shed.  

 

Photograph by algis kemezys , Longfellow,dog awe

  

Photograph by algis kemezys , Longfellow,dog awe 

 

The Day is Done

 

The day is done, and the darkness
  Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
  From an eagle in his flight. 
I see the lights of the village
  Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
  That my soul cannot resist: 
A feeling of sadness and longing,
  That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
  As the mist resembles the rain. 
Come, read to me some poem,
  Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
  And banish the thoughts of day. 
Not from the grand old masters,
  Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
  Through the corridors of Time. 
For, like strains of martial music,
  Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
  And to-night I long for rest. 
Read from some humbler poet,
  Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
  Or tears from the eyelids start; 
Who, through long days of labor,
  And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
  Of wonderful melodies. 
Such songs have power to quiet
  The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
  That follows after prayer. 
Then read from the treasured volume
  The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
  The beauty of thy voice. 
And the night shall be filled with music
  And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
  And as silently steal away. 
 
 
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photograph by algis kemezys , Longfellow,dog awe   

 

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A visual pun inspired by Longfellow. This is also my farewell post!
Algis,a visual ρoetry..that is what this is for me..Beautiful,both in thinking and thinking..Words and Images...How did you did this..;I would like to have an image of me like this..as a longfellow..a short one here...!!

Excellent..Thank you for sharing..Rated
Sorry but I was writing my comment on your work and I just saw your comment.Where are you going...;You are kidding..

Oh,now I get it..It is the first of Αρril..An allowed Liers Day here in Greece.Do you the same day there..too;

Ι have just met you but..is this true and if yes..why...
STATHI STATHI, Thanks so much. This image was made just before the sun set behind the mountain. It was made with my little replacement camera the Nikon Coolpix. Anyone can be a Longfellow this way. So i shall be coming to Athens soon. Currently I was just at Aphrodisiast and let me tell you...Not only is it a very incredible location of marvel and wonder and more but I also got to pray under the statue of Prometheus being released from his being bound, by Zeus, to a rock where an eagle daily tore out and ate his liver. It was my second time there but something magical happened there and that changes everything.
Algis,thank you for the information..I will try to make me a longfellow..It will be fun..coming from a short one..I know you are coming to Greece,I am waiting you in Volos,or I can give you my number for anything you need here..
But you still..You do not exρlain...Is this your farewell ρost;
This is also my farewell post!

Say it isn't so!
Stunned here Algis.
Farewell??

Say this ain't so dear....
"This is also my farewell post!"

I hope this is an April Fool's Joke because we need you here at OS. Who else could combine these beautiful poems and photos in just the right way?
This had better be an April Fool joke, Algis! Farewell post? No way, Jose! Your photos as always are striking, your words are enveloping. Stay! (that was for the pooch - I figure if he stays, you will too)
You confused me. That's easy to do.
I may quote Walt Whitman later.
He has a poem about a lark. Hark!
`
Your sharing is great for walking.
Read these poem over and over.
No bump heads on a Stop Sign.
I use to knew a loco postal clerk.
He had gashes from bumping.
He was always strolling along.
He bumped in fire hydrants,
Stop Sings, and SUV autos.
`
My o day . . .
`
You know those old icebox magnets?
The ones children use to spell right?
They move letters around to spell?
`
a child removing five colored letters
from the words that spell fire truck
`
f.....uck
I refuse
to admit
I wrote
that on
Sunday
`
apology
Between you and me I don’t particularly care for Longfellow. In fact as art go’s your photography surpasses the best of his work in my book. Longfellow, Whitman, and Sandberg, are all cases of what some on here like to call “American Exceptionalism.” As far as I am concerned nobody wanted to wait for the feast to be prepared and they didn’t want to settle for just ‘Moby Dick’, which is truly a great work of literature. I could toss into the trash can (the Constitution and Bill of rights aside) everything that was ever written by an American author prior to WWII, with the exception Melville's master piece and possibly some of Hemingway's work. The coda lines in the stanza’s of the first of Longfellow's poems presented here are to put it diplomatically: adolescent, to say the least. And the actual coda line; “Life's golden fruit is shed.” gives me a pain in my head! I don’t think poetry like this has any place besides the true American masters of the English language that burst forth from the cocoon of the Western Dream in the latter part of the twentieth century. Bob Dylan, Jim Morrison, Jimmy Carroll, and Paul Simon, to name just a few, were unrestrained by Shakespearian parameters and the multifaceted meanings of their work reflect that. With Longfellow I am left with the feeling that I have just consumed a cheap imitation of Shakespeare and indigestion is sure to follow.
Oh, and excuse me I would also have to spare HP Lovecraft from the trash can. My bad!
farewell? Oh gosh no!!! You inspire me daily! Stay!
Such beauty in yet another stunning post.

If your leaving is an April Fool's joke, it's a fine one.

If you are serious, oh...I'll be sad too.
Farewell, WHAT? Where you going my man. You are the artistic director here, who's going to replace you?
Love the photos and words
HUGGGGGGGG
love this. and glad the date is April first so will not believe your farewell comment.
Farewell to TURKEY? Hello to Greece?
Farewell, dear fellow. We are two gone.
No farewell... not on 4/1... BTW I love your dog!
You are so generous, the poems are wonderful and the photos always. I really love the long shadows, made me remember playing with them as a child. Thank you for being here (and staying!!!).
Beautiful as always, and what is this about leaving. You cannot leave, for everything you have given us, will not leave. If you leave, there will still be you with us, in every beautiful thing that we see of yours and remember.
"Please don't go. We'll eat you up. We love you so."

Algis, please not farewell!! Farewell to Turkey, perhaps?
after the day of the fool
all will be well
whatever
you decide to do
after the day of the fool
the clock and shadow
will discover April two
Algis! It is APRIL FOOL'S DAY that you've posted this on, right?

Beautiful photos! Beautiful poems!

Thanks for the smile.... Happy April!
You'd better be joking!
The words in your wave are gentle and lovely. May they simply be a wave ... until ... the next time ...
I followed . . .
anna1liese . . .
I plan a long respite,
as in shut contraption
off after Sunday . . .
`
I may read once a week.
Life always goes on/on.
Maybe Algis Kemezys:
tease. . .
may he etc., return . . .
Even if to say`howdy.
`
William Faulkner -
`
Really the writer/artist
photographer/painter
etc.,
doesn't want success . . .
S/he knows life is short,
that the day will come
when we must pass
through the wall
of oblivion, and
s/he wants to
leave a scratch
on that wall . . .
that somebody
a hundred years
later will see . . .
`
paraphrased . . .
Algis, are you already gone? Please stay.
What a beautiful post, I hope that by farewell, you mean starting on your travels home, not farewell to OS. I will be crushed if that is the case. Your words and images delight my soul.
rated with love
Que te vayas bien amigo...
"but something magical happened there and that changes everything." This worries me, makes me think perhaps it's not an April Fools post. I hope you will remain on OS--you've helped me so much! Thanks for the poems--something magisterial about Longfellow and his ilk.
I want to thank everyone for the messages you have left here. Currently, I have been out of time and place and want to thank each and everyone for the lovely thoughts and sentiments .
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