No Icon Post: A Commemoration of a Special Day
Today marks the end of an era.
In lieu of an icon post, I offer this poem, which started as an inane little exercise in preparing for my final in early Romantic literature, but which bloomed like a cancerous cauliflower, insinuating itself into my consciousness, creating a linear idea that is wholly derived from what I was studying. I cleaned ( Read more... )
In lieu of an icon post, I offer this poem, which started as an inane little exercise in preparing for my final in early Romantic literature, but which bloomed like a cancerous cauliflower, insinuating itself into my consciousness, creating a linear idea that is wholly derived from what I was studying. I cleaned ( Read more... )
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The things with poems is that the meaning is usually to the poets own, and when other people try and interpret what it is, they may not get what it means 100%. I know you mention up there about what it sums up and such, but the words are yours and mean to you what they will- If I make any sense at all.
Well, I am here to say good job :) writing poems isn't easy and can bring in so much or so little detail...I think it's lovely. The wording is prettiful!!!!
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Maybe I'll explicate my own poem for you guys :D But short of doing that, I'll give you a quick summary of what it's supposed to be about:
Amid sickly qualm of disappointed hope,
The vaporous sighs and tears of a sober energy,
And the still seriousness of regret,
There are moments where our minds are shut down, creativity and imagination are on low. This I called "sickly qualms of disappointed hopes," "sober energy," "still seriousness of regret." This is where you are mentally and emotionally "sober." You are blocked by your own self-deprecation, lack of self-confidence.
Give rise to formless sensation and of matter, the immortal soul ( ... )
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I've only done Blake, and only 'the Book of Innocence and Experience.'
But, as I said before, well done and good job!! :)
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Rouses that species of Pity,
With the markings of connubial felicity,
Of penetrating sagacity.
And this inspiration THEN give rise to "Pity." This is an idea from Blake's "The [First] Book of Urizen" where Pity is borne from seemingly nothing. It just takes the tinest twist of heart to develop Pity, which turns into this full-fledged living being. I wanted to convey that despite having raw emotions and living in them, you are inevitably affected by them, and you start mediating them with your own morales and values. And now this Imagination is in "repose," and now reflection is "sober." I reused the term "sober" (used also earlier to describe that depression) to convey the similarity between self-deprecation and this new feeling of reevaluation ( ... )
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But thank you very much :) If you're interested, I wrote a big huge long unpolished "explication" of the poem in one of the comments :)
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True sensibility is the auxiliary of virtue,
And the great tribunal of the Mind,
Breeds the beginnings of abundant recompense,
Surging into a newborn universe
Forming one exquisitely polished instinct.
I love this.
I haven’t written poetry voluntarily, ever (the last poetry I’ve ever written was forced out of me by my high school creative writing teacher).
Creative writing classes tend to have that effect on people, I think. I remember when my mother was taking her creative writng class, she always talked about how opinionated and inspiration crushing some of the students could be. Whatever you write, it comes from you, your head, your ideas, your mood, etc. So it will be what it will be.
Thanks for sharing this! I've often wanted to see some of your poetic work.
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Thank you very much :) I wrote a big huge long "thing" about this poem, which partially and in the most unpolished way explicates it somewhat as one of the comemnts in response here, if you're interested in reading.
I remember when my mother was taking her creative writng class, she always talked about how opinionated and inspiration crushing some of the students could be. Whatever you write, it comes from you, your head, your ideas, your mood, etc. So it will be what it will be.Actually, I never took my creative writing class with a group. It was just me and the teacher, because I was taking it as an independent study. I've simply never written poetry because I never felt the urge to. Suddenly, recently, I have been wanting to writing poetry, because I think of it as a condensed form of everything I wanted to convey. It would simply be "easier" to write poetry than to try to write long essay tracts. This poem took a day and a half to compose, but it would have taken longer if I didn't borrow bits of things here and ( ... )
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Ahh, I see. Hmm, personally, I could probably get a lot more out of that instead of with a group. Depending on the teacher, of course. My grandmother was the best teacher I ever had, we used to look over my work one-on-one. She was an English professor, so she was excellent at speed-reading...which was nifty. :P
recently, I have been wanting to writing poetry, because I think of it as a condensed form of everything I wanted to convey. It would simply be "easier" to write poetry than to try to write long essay tracts.
True! I think poetry and painting are two of the best mediums for conveying emotion. Essays are very in depth...poetry can be in depth in very few words. That's why I love it. :-D
I tend to be proud of something for a few hours and then realize it's utter crapHaha! Kind of the same with me. I think I have a very short attention span when it comes to going over my "finished" ( ... )
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Ahh, I see. Hmm, personally, I could probably get a lot more out of that instead of with a group. Depending on the teacher, of course. My grandmother was the best teacher I ever had, we used to look over my work one-on-one. She was an English professor, so she was excellent at speed-reading...which was nifty. :P
Well what I didn't get was how I fared when compared to other people. In fine arts, I learned in a group setting, and that automatically makes you more competitive because you see what other people has done well on, and you try to improve on your own work by matching those standards. With independent study, there's almost no way to "see" yourself in context with other similarly-skilled writers.
Yeah, speed reading is my vice and blessing :D
Haha! Kind of the same with me. I think I have a very short attention span when it comes to going over my "finished" product. That's why half of my poetry/writing is suspended in first draft limbo. When I come across it later my reaction is either embarassed horror or..."meh, it ain't ( ... )
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Lovely poem. No one writes like that anymore and it's truly beautiful.
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Lovely poem. No one writes like that anymore and it's truly beautiful.
Thank you :) It's kind of a found poem because I took bits and pieces from everywhere. I relate everything to Coleridge, Wordsworth, Blake, and a few other authors, and I tried to make a coherent narrative with bits and pieces of all of their ideas.
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