My friend Charlie — excuse me, my brother Charlie — often sends me pictures that he takes with a certain camera. Either Charlie has a strange talent or there is something unusual about this camera. Maybe both. Yesterday he sent this picture of a dead salmon. I wrote and said:
“Okay, let’s face it, this is a magic camera. Dead salmon aren’t really that pretty.”
He replied that the salmon really did look like the picture.
Kindly note, dear reader, that gold light seems to be emanating from the salmon’s wounds. I thought, “The camera is adding some kind of posterization or over-saturation effect.”
But Charlie wrote, “The gold was very bright and truly gold.”
Charlie’s poems are like this too; gold light emanates from them, and other colors, and intangible things. Sometimes I think the knowledge that was in the second tree in the Garden of Eden, the one that Adam and Eve never got hold of, has somehow wound up in Charlie’s poems. I guess this sounds like excessive praise but it’s my opinion so I’m writing it down.
This poem is one of my favorites.
For more of Charlie’s pictures and poems, see his blog.
Salutations to the salmon, who swam him or herself to death in order to make more salmon. I thank you for letting us use your picture. You were very beautiful.
Photo by Charlie Hopkins and his magic camera.