The Outsider
New member
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2009
- Messages
- 2,418
- MBTI Type
- intp
- Enneagram
- 5w4
- Instinctual Variant
- sx
I chose the second answer in that poll, though it was a stretch.
I am enjoying your words and phrasing this afternoon.You need to get whatever fragment the dog is the signifier for to move back within your husband's grasp.
And by taking part in the symbol, I don't mean completely indulging it either. On the contrary, it helps a lot to have someone on the inside that can guide you into not letting it overwhelm you.
I have not read any Catullus, however I hope your work was much less grounded than his. I am curious if abstract love poetry ceases to be love poetry at some point. Or, perhaps true love poetry is hopelessly abstract.
I can seriously consider doing without reflective surfaces (in the literal sense) for the rest of my life. Driving is the main concern. Oh, world.I think you can arrange a lot of symbols/things into a very meaningful form (ok, so then essentially it's art in general and not poetry anymore, although language is a stretchy term)...numbers, tree branches...I suppose that what is required is a form of symbolic order and concept.
Why would a series of puddles dug into the sand and filled by the ocean intended to evoke love not be love poetry?
And then there's the role of interpretation...who decides what a piece of art is or isn't? The maker, the receiver?
I'm highly abstract with feelings and poetry, maybe a little too abstract...I like Hölderlin, but he's a German poet.
Yes, I edit like a crazy lady. Sorry.
Could you do without reflective surfaces for the rest of your life?
I can seriously consider doing without reflective surfaces (in the literal sense) for the rest of my life. Driving is the main concern. Oh, world.
The editing is more interesting than anything. I can never quite remember how the post used to be, the last time I read it.
I looked up Catullus to try and give your work some frame of reference, and was disappointed to learn that he was known for writing love poetry. I would have been much happier to read that he wrote poetry, perhaps about love. The more expressive things get, the more they 'break'. Poetry becomes art, at some point art drops into 'expression'. Expression, perhaps, is a place where entities can both observe the same items. Our physical forms are limited; otherwise we could merely become expression and observe one another. I suppose this is actually true, if we assume expressed items to be part of the individual.
The more expressive things get, the more they 'break'
Ah, I understood that comment to mean that your work was inspired by The Name of The Rose, not that your post was :]my first post was a fictitious scenario
I don't think I've written a love poem ever. I've written very hermetic and associative poems expressing feelings during feely times.
How do they break? Or should the question be what do they break?
Ah, I understood that comment to mean that your work was inspired by The Name of The Rose, not that your post was :]
Well, if intense expression breaks in some ways the form of the work, it is possible you have written a love poem, depending on how your feelings were directed.
I know nothing of Hölderlin.
The editing is necessary to advance.Hmm, you've laid bare my content-focussed ideas because it never even occurred to me that a poem might be considered a love poem or not a love poem only because of its form.
Do you write?
The editing is necessary to advance.
I do not write, really. Infrequently I stuff nice things into content entry fields but that has been about it recently. I do hope to write an autobiography-like-thing in the next few months. I might consider it the volume of my crusade.
Form may have been the wrong word, and I may have argued myself in a circle here: I think I was envisioning a love poem that does not actually address love at some point. That does not make sense though . . . no matter how extensive the tangents, they would all relate to love somehow.
edit - I had the idea of the 'breaking' physical form (written poetry to written and visual poetry-art, for example) and was trying to relate or apply that idea to the subject of the work. So, love 'breaking' into something else.
Call me...Sheherazade.
When I see your avatar, I think lamp oil...it reminds me of days gone by when I would copy Latin verses by the lamp light in the old monastery. I spilled the ink 4 times in 2 hours on average, but the end result was a simmering well of word-worlds. I invented some poems as well and hid them between a couple of Catulluses. What kind of poems would you say?
lol maybe because whales were usually harvested for there blubber for lamp oil?