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 when I read Chandler Burr's "Smellbound" article in the New... Read more →
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... Read more →
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 Pound. These... Read more →
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, Buenos... Read more →
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 utterly enthusiastic because I... Read more →
- 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 impression of... Read more →
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 words, regardless... Read more →
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”... Read more →
(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 and researched Ezra Pound I found he... Read more →
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, no-body, Two dark ones, Twelve others dancing... Read more →
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, and saw... Read more →
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 strawberries from the... Read more →
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 begin to interpret what... Read more →
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... Read more →
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... Read more →
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... Read more →
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,... Read more →