The Popping of the Midnight Flowers
Oh, the popping of the midnight flowers.
How we hunt, and dine towards that hour.
Finding reckless pleasure in those quiet moments of power.
We shall dance and sing, and romp,
well into the rain.
We will wash in sultry drops of pitter-patter.
And as our frames are pulsing/gyrating
we smash each mirror,
throwing fists with blazing shatter.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Poetry
Poetry, to me, is a means to communicate meaning in a way that is both symphonic and accessible. Poetry is written music, where within its words there is a sublime beat that permeates your being. It gives way to feeling that may be interpreted in so many various ways, that you and I, upon reading the same poem, may come to the conclusion that we both took individual feeling from the work.
I believe that for poetry to be able to preform such duties as mentioned as mentioned above, it has to be written with true feeling and true meaning intended. Synthetic emotion is easily found by readers and will severely damage the value of both the poem and of the author.
There are so many formats poetry may be written in. Of course, there is the traditional, and amateurish, ab,ab,ab,ab, but then there is also rhyme which is so much more complex, and I feel takes a larger form of ability and concentration to write. There is also free verse, which may have no rhymes at all, and I actually prefer those.
My favorite form of poetry is of the transcendentalist movement which includes some of my favorite poets: Whitman, Dickinson, and Emerson. Poetry here began to significantly deviate from the social norms, and the accepted topics of writing. I believe this movement carried to the contemporary poets of the 1960's and 70's which gave way to another author which I hold in high esteem, Anne Sexton. Her confessional form of poetry challenges us to examine controversial topics, but written in a way that makes them beautiful. And that is what I believe the role of the poet is, to glamorize the ugly, and to contradict and critique society's norms.
I believe that for poetry to be able to preform such duties as mentioned as mentioned above, it has to be written with true feeling and true meaning intended. Synthetic emotion is easily found by readers and will severely damage the value of both the poem and of the author.
There are so many formats poetry may be written in. Of course, there is the traditional, and amateurish, ab,ab,ab,ab, but then there is also rhyme which is so much more complex, and I feel takes a larger form of ability and concentration to write. There is also free verse, which may have no rhymes at all, and I actually prefer those.
My favorite form of poetry is of the transcendentalist movement which includes some of my favorite poets: Whitman, Dickinson, and Emerson. Poetry here began to significantly deviate from the social norms, and the accepted topics of writing. I believe this movement carried to the contemporary poets of the 1960's and 70's which gave way to another author which I hold in high esteem, Anne Sexton. Her confessional form of poetry challenges us to examine controversial topics, but written in a way that makes them beautiful. And that is what I believe the role of the poet is, to glamorize the ugly, and to contradict and critique society's norms.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Ms. Emily Bates
There are a great many similarities between Mr. Norman Bates, and Ms. Emily from "A rose for Emily." Of course the obvious being, the obsession with corpses. Norman's fascination with his mother's body, and Emily's with Homer Barron's.
For those that may have never seen the movie Psycho, Norman Bates is a psychopathic owner of a lone motel. Norman mummified his mother's body, and then proceeded to kill a traveling woman unlucky enough to stop at the motel. Norman is also a transvestite, because he kills the woman while dressed as his mother. Emily, herself, takes a slightly different approach. She participates in necrophilia, the sexual attraction to corpses, unlike Norman.
Emily and Norman are the same in the respect that they both encounter with feelings of abandonment. Norman by his domineering mother, and Emily by her controlling father.
Norman killing those who threatened to come between mother and son and that now mother had taken over Norman's mind completely. And Emily because she refuses to be left alone again, and in her deranged mind cannot comprehend that Homer doesn't love her.
These two characters are so very interesting to watch and read, mostly because they are acted and written so well. Also, America seems to have a form of fascination with serial killers, or those that kill in general.
For those that may have never seen the movie Psycho, Norman Bates is a psychopathic owner of a lone motel. Norman mummified his mother's body, and then proceeded to kill a traveling woman unlucky enough to stop at the motel. Norman is also a transvestite, because he kills the woman while dressed as his mother. Emily, herself, takes a slightly different approach. She participates in necrophilia, the sexual attraction to corpses, unlike Norman.
Emily and Norman are the same in the respect that they both encounter with feelings of abandonment. Norman by his domineering mother, and Emily by her controlling father.
Norman killing those who threatened to come between mother and son and that now mother had taken over Norman's mind completely. And Emily because she refuses to be left alone again, and in her deranged mind cannot comprehend that Homer doesn't love her.These two characters are so very interesting to watch and read, mostly because they are acted and written so well. Also, America seems to have a form of fascination with serial killers, or those that kill in general.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
My Symapthies to Elisa.
My sympathies do travel to Mrs. Elisa Allen. Humble gardener, married to romantically impotent farmer Henry Allen. On a particular winter afternoon Mrs. Allen is tempted by a another man. Not such that any true indiscretion is made by our gentleman, but nonetheless an encounter that strikes deeply with Elisa.
We see this a lot, a woman, who hasn't much wrong with her, feels impulsive whenever a man (no matter how grotesquely deformed) pays her a compliment simply because her husband does not possess the means to correctly satisfy her any longer. I feel sorry for men, and women like Elisa because boredom seems a worse torture than abuse. For example, in a boring relationship you can't tell if they love you or not, but in an abusive one you know they love you because they hit you, or so I hear.
Those types of flings, such as the one Mrs. Allen encountered, do not usually end well. Or end at all. For no relationship can be manifested out of nothing more than a slight compliment, with the complimenting party meaning nothing more than that compliment. So perhaps it seemed fitting that the gentlemen abandoned Elisa's flowers on the side of the road, while she and Mr. Allen embarked on a dinner date, with the bulk of the conversation most likely containing phrases like "Oh, yes the weather is fine today."
We see this a lot, a woman, who hasn't much wrong with her, feels impulsive whenever a man (no matter how grotesquely deformed) pays her a compliment simply because her husband does not possess the means to correctly satisfy her any longer. I feel sorry for men, and women like Elisa because boredom seems a worse torture than abuse. For example, in a boring relationship you can't tell if they love you or not, but in an abusive one you know they love you because they hit you, or so I hear.
Those types of flings, such as the one Mrs. Allen encountered, do not usually end well. Or end at all. For no relationship can be manifested out of nothing more than a slight compliment, with the complimenting party meaning nothing more than that compliment. So perhaps it seemed fitting that the gentlemen abandoned Elisa's flowers on the side of the road, while she and Mr. Allen embarked on a dinner date, with the bulk of the conversation most likely containing phrases like "Oh, yes the weather is fine today."
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