Sunday, April 17, 2016

MAN THE POET #poetrymonth #mythopo

Yago De Quay  in Ad Mortuos, a Brainwave Performance April 26, 2015; 
Ad Mortuos is a collaborative work based on a poem by Stephanie Pope


“We have to conclude, therefore,  that civilization is, in its earliest phases, played. It does not come from play like a baby detaching itself from the womb: it arises in and as play, and never leaves it.”
 -Johan Huizinga, Dutch Historian

Homo Ludens, man the player, state of grace
(smoke/pain) . (thunder/them) . (milk/shine) . (undone/forever) repeat forever/remembers[1]

round is the divine play, the ludus amoris, the milky shine/reflection in a state of struggle smoky pain/( his) version of them thundering through his consciousness―a reflection

hippo athanatoi
(struggle/onset )

repeating repeatedly
what seems forever
yet in cessation, an achievement

a measure
of the number

of specific realizations
(alternating between) or

©2016 Played Not Playing stephaniepope


1. `J. HUIZINGA, Homo Ludens, Routledge & Kegan Paul Ltd, 1955, p. 173
2. Yago De Quay

[1] The line is a subject heading from an email exchange between poets, Richard Lance Scow Williams, David Jewell and myself.