Peter Szilagyi: How the Ghosts Are Seen

Peter Szilagyi: How the Ghosts Are Seen
Photo: Joanna C. Valente

Photo: Joanna C. Valente

The Provenance of the Photographic Grin

 

One tree tells another, Smile, camera shaking,

falling through indelicate leaves like light

 

always does. It’s easy: to drop, to break, to leave

uncensored young sprouting on the forest floor.

 

When we were young, we went collecting

cameras. If their fall was recent, flesh still firm

 

in its convictions, we could take them home,

jam and jar them, or eat them fresh,

 

though fresh film is morning and bitter, cutting like the knife

that cuts fresh film, that peels away the flimsy,

 

filmy peel, its canister coil and twist. This is how to taste

family photos and first days at the new job, everything

 

brief and astringent. If squirrels find them first

and they sit underground, or worms leave a pulpy

 

mess inside a sagging camera, our parents told us not to taste,

to leave these flavors to specialists inoculated against

 

incomprehensibility. These could be developed

only in the dark room of time, of glaciers and extinction.

 

Some prized the most the bletted film, dropped

after the first frost, immaculate, mushy, and revelatory.

 

The frost rebels against long warmth with the thin chill

of analysis, of dusting and pulling back

 

the sheets. This is how the ghosts are seen

as ghosts. One year, one camera, bletted, yielded

 

photos of the cherry trees, strange hybrids.

Above and to the left and almost disappearing,

 

their ornamental parents, scattered through the city,

blooming every April, and ships, and freight,

 

and waves, and waves. One camera yielded

photos of a newly planted chestnut, and lurking

 

behind it, the Bronx’s last suckering chestnut of the last century,

five years dead, and ships, and freight, and ghosts

 

now seen as ghosts in the Atlantic cold,

and waves. And power in the waves and on them.


Peter Szilagyi (they/he) is a recent graduate of Cornell University (on Goyogo̱hó:nǫ’ land), where they studied English Literature and Plant Sciences. They are the former Editor-in-Chief of the Ithaca-based magazines Marginalia and Rainy Day. Currently, they farm and make wine on Ute land. Their work has appeared in Doubly Mad, Eachother Journal, and The Lyric.