This website offers three poetic voices from a planet raising countless others.
The three are my own, the voice of my grandfather Ludwig Bendix,
and the voice of Rainer Maria Rilke, whom I have translated
extensively, and who lies buried a day’s crow flight
from mountains pictured here.
Poetry often opens vistas otherwise unseen
were we to plod just literally from word to word.
Like dreams, poems leap improbably between worlds
we might have thought to separate and confine,
breaking us free of the jail of fixed beliefs.
Poetry thus bids for our freedom.
I invite poets to use all skill to give voice
to embodiment, to celebrate being here.
The photographs here are mostly mine.
Explore, enjoy, and feel free to contact me.
Erik Bendix