All Images and Text Copyright (c) 2009-2011 Michele Marie Summerlin Shimchock. All rights reserved.

All Images and Text Copyright (c) 2009-2011 Michele Marie Summerlin Shimchock. All rights reserved.
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"It would have to shine. And burn. And be / a sign of something infinite and turn things
and people nearby into their wilder selves / and be dangerous to the ordinary nature of
signs and glow like a tiny hole in space / to which a god presses his eye and stares.
Or her eye. Some divine impossible stretch / of the imagination where you and I are one."

An excerpt from "Something New under the Sun" from Steve Scafidi's Sparks from a Nine-Pound Hammer


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Poem: "Opening the Daguerreotype"

Opening the Daguerreotype


When I hold her against the light, just so,

fury takes her face with a flash.

Like white fire, it burns a skin that is thinner

than bible paper or mountain air.


This, an old theory on the body:

ghost-like layers, interlocking—

a delicate sheet of her neatly torn.

She’s been betrayed by day-


light, arrested in this silver-coated picture,

caged beneath the weight of scratched glass.


It is as though she feels my thoughts

before my fingers pressure

her dry, cracked spine or close

the worn red leather door. She pleads:


Dissolve me.

Make me whole.


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A daguerreotype was one of the earliest forms of photographs, developed and used around the late 1830s/early 1840s. They were usually made of silver or silver-coated copper plates and were extremely sensitive to light. Therefore, to be properly preserved, each daguerreotype was housed in its own case that closed with a clasp. Back then, people were pretty leery of photographs, as a common belief was that with each photo you posed for a layer of your soul was taken from you and forever trapped.


My former father-in-law had a truck load of these, and he loaned me one to share with my History of Photography class. She was so beautiful that I had to write a poem for her. I believe the current home of all his daguerreotypes is the Virginia Musuem of Fine Arts in Richmond.

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