in the tune of emily
Rats of Multa
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teachers preach the doctrine of thought,
while listening minds rot,
and so, it seems, i am glad i have not.
while listening minds rot,
and so, it seems, i am glad i have not.
we don’t know just where our bones will rest,
to dust i guess,
forgotten and absorbed into the earth below,..
to dust i guess,
forgotten and absorbed into the earth below,..
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I know what you're trying to say here: Knowledge doesn't need college. But this is just a statement expressed in quasi-poetical speech: Could you think of a way to show the failing of conventional teaching via an example? An image of a lad staring out of a classroom window and seeing wisdom blowing as wind across an empty football pitch, while a boring teacher in tweed drones on in front of him, helps the reader visualise your point. And images well-presented are exciting to read and see in the mind's eye.
i kind of like it as it is... it's a reference to e.dickinson right?...she always had this sort of ability to lock time rather than open a reader into "seeing" or imaginingall of it...or rather, as you're saying Fins, to enter a reader into the metaphor of time, or infinity, or Nature, or whatever in the hell one 'prefers' to deem Her Majesty. this of course doesn't even touch the fact that it is a self-expressive piece and therefore inherently Beautiful.
I disagree. The piece is not beautiful. It states a proposition by telling rather than showing: And that is all. The third line of the piece is grammatically and semantically defective. There is no use of metaphor in the poem bar the cliched description of rotting minds. Regardless of what you state to be an apparent allusion in the poem's title to Emily Dickinson, the piece states nothing particularly all encompassing or universal bar the platitude to be paraphrased, "I'm glad my mind is still active and not rotten like those of people who listened to conventional teachings and doctrines."
However, one could make a poem from an idea.
the thing i kind of appreciate as a man who tries his best to know words and their relation to Life is that the piece is not necessarily about emily dickinson at all, but yet is presented kind of as a homeage to her, and that is certainly no small task to imbue... plus it does after all reach into the realm of unconventional psychology and social relations that has come to shape her life's work... so that appeals to me.
I think one can never know authorial intention. I don't think the author can ever control the meaning of their work; this is why Shakespeare's work still provokes contemporary readings.
http://faculty.smu.edu/nschwart/seminar/Fallacy.htm
Check out Macherey:
http://www.litencyc.com/php/speople.php?rec=true&UID=2851
i think a poem can be self-expressive to several different degrees... one could be inteding to express one's self as representative of the expansive, infinite Universe or one could be expressing an emotion or an idea, or both, in/at a certain--particular--place within Nature's aforementioned infinitude.
also i am not so strict as to refute this message :rolleyes: you have made here as poetic, as as a collection of words you have seemingly expressed yourself, and that is truly fantastic! but okay, great, you've expressed yourself... but the question remains as to whether or not i, the given viewer, side with belief in matters of evaluating your sincerity/honesty,... aka the intention of the again mentioned :rolleyes: statement... and in this case the judge yes, i do believe you true intention was to express the fact that you understand yourself to be infinite in nature,... and that is truly great!
i so love the wizardry you tend to create Fins, we should definately make it a point to have a beer sometime, maybe catch Shay on the tellee~ or something... i think i could be on your side of the island in a matter of nano-seconds if i needed!:D:rolleyes:;)
ahhh yes, i do agree, unless an artist expresses it.....?
the chance is out there, true, but of course history chomps away at the context day-in and day-out.... unless one creates a trapdoor.....?
how does the song go again?..........
The mind is grey like the city.
Packing in and overgrown.
Love is deep. Dig it out.
Standing in a hole alone.
Working for something that one can never hold.
A place in the clouds.
Good place to hide oh my oh.
So I'm flying away, away.
Driving away, away.
Finding. Hoping. Ways I missed before. Missed before.
thanks for the links though, i shall check them out on sunday when i meditate upon my week's work.
It's much easier for intention to slide into political venting, and thus already distance itself from half of it's readers. Go to any poetry slam for examples. Although this piece is clearly crafted to have a rythm it only carries a message with that rythm. I think it's important for any poet to excercise various styles, those styles should all be effective poetry, not effective at turning a blank page into a soap box.
interesting is your point too because politics are very meddlesome in poetry, being that poetry has little influence on politics in most societies today it seems almost out-of-place there no matter how an artist approaches the issue... personally i think art should be the wheel of political discourse so i try to keep that door open while not actually writing poems specifically about political situations. politics fade, so fuck em.
see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
art as politics?--ahhh, that'll never work.