Weekly Photo Challenge: Dialogue

Picture of a living duck and a dead duck.

Death is inevitable, but try as hard as we might, nothing can soften its blow. These pictures originated for an exercise called What Photography Can Reveal About Writing. I then took that exercise to another level and developed a project for my creative writing students called Ways of Seeing. Everything around us can become a chance for dialogue and making meaning if we are open to listening which is why this week’s photo challenge is so great.

Some small solace can be found in life’s circuitous path, and I’m reminded of Jacques melancholy monologue from William Shakespeare’s As You Like It:

The Seven Ages of Man

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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3 thoughts on “Weekly Photo Challenge: Dialogue

  1. The circle of life…I have always loved the last line of that monologue …Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

    Sums up the absence of life. The photos were the perfect accompaniment to this Jeri. Brava!

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