© Marie Marshall
This really is interesting. In mysticism the left eye stands for materialism, worldly knowledge, et alia against the right eye, which represents spiritualism and it’s kind.
But, probably, I dont’ tell anything new. 🙂
That is the wonderful thing – the way a poem swings free out there in semiology-land. No language is ideology-neutral, and a writer can strike a flint against a rock and spark off metaphors she may only have been half-aware of.
100 per cent agreed upon! 🙂
If we watch todays world, why is it that more and more males seem to just chase their profane lust, but women seemingly long for a surrounding which transcends the mundane and permits a higher consciousness?
Possibly because of the former’s culturally normative effect and the resulting drowning out of dissenting expression (the basis of which I am sure is there).
Do you believe this to be all there is? No realities behind the reality?
Rather I feel that there is a reality which we are scarcely competent to grasp. That does not mean we are simple – we are in fact very complex – but more often than not we are unaware of the traps that are set for us by our own language, our own common images. Nowhere are we free from that ideological baggage, and the best we can do is simply be ruefully aware of it.
At least, as a poet, I can subvert it. What is more, as I said above, I can set it free and readers can use it as their own subversive tool – so much so that I would hardly recognise its shape or material when in their hands.
I read this poem three times and each time I see more 🙂 That is art to me.
Thank you Ina. It is good to have an assessment like that from a poet whose work I respect.
The nightly news blues and all its selling of lies and scars and crimes and death makes me laugh or do a crazy dance, same as it ever was. Meanwhile, a sturdy vessel plows slowly onward through a sea of shit and the world tries vainly to call psychological strength a crime or blind as if depression and negativity was the answer. Maybe it is when hiding away in a shoe box, but outside, the rain dance continues and it has no answers.
It rattles the plates of the cost-conscious, though.
Does that make “I’m becoming more nocturnal 10” sensationalism rather than something you really feel?
It’s interesting to me because I’ve only really known one poet and his published works made very little sense to me, but I know they were form the heart and his experiences and what not. He was also very romantic..
Based on what you said here, “It rattles the plates of the cost-conscious, though.”… it sounds more like trying to get a rouse for the fun of it. Don’t get me wrong. That’s interesting, but more in a kid’s way, no?
I was thinking about plates left out in the rain, so that people wouldn’t have to buy dish-washing detergent, as an image. Steve, often I don’t know why I write what I write; sometimes I just ‘let go’ and write; on other occasions I am conscious of, and self-conscious about, what I write. This series is an attempt to express something from the inside, but on the other hand I’m a) communicating it, and b) letting it mean whatever it means to readers. So I don’t mind if I read through what I have written and realise that it is studded with sensationalism too – to me that’s only something that’s in the box to be used along with everything else, and I’ve reached in, almost without looking, and pulled it out. Does that make sense to you?
Your poem is awesomely written! I so enjoy it…have a wonderful day, and thanks for sharing it!
Thank you. I have been encouraged to keep writing this series, and shall do so until it appears to have reached an obvious conclusion.
the thread ran out. Yeh, that makes some sense. Thank you. I guess it comes as a surprise that sensationalism would be part of your free flow melting snow down hill or its opposite; the conscious and self conscious sculpture. But maybe what you do is more honest than honest because you let whatever happens happen even if it isn’t what you necessary believe.
Come to think of it, I kinda like that approach. It maybe avoids the trappings of internal red tape and bureaucracy and gets back to primal instincts. Sometimes I wonder if our legal system sucks life from victims by depriving them revenge. We call it civilized, but it often seems more like castration or ovary removal.
Ideally, the revenge comes out on paper and not through action, but maybe the result is the same… absolution in its many forms.
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