Showing posts with label Saturday Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saturday Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, February 16, 2013

SATURDAY POETRY




WHO IS POET?

the one who
bathes in the poem
in the sea

©2012-2013 Who Is Poet? stephanie pope
Monsters and Bugs Poetry Series
mythopoetry.com, publisher


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In the story of the birth of the great goddess of beauty, (Greek, Aphrodite, Roman Venus) she rises from the sea. From this moment on our human presence gazes upon beauty that it struggles to know. "What does it mean to struggle to know what one's own picturing soul wants gazing upon its own eros awakening from within the gaze?" asks Russian born Anatoly Karlin...


What does it mean to ‘want’? Negatively defined, it is to be deficient in something, such that the absence of it grates on the soul. When we look at a picture, in a sense it becomes a part of us, a simulation in that part of the brain responsible for visual processing. Conflicts can appear between our innate sense of aesthetics and the simulation that was thrust into our mind. Presumably then, a picture is in want of something if it is deficient in something – an object, or perhaps something more general, say lighting. Or maybe it completely fails to arouse any interest and can be dismissed. In any case, let’s say a picture wants what we want of it.



Karlin goes on to talk about this...
When we perceive pictures, we do it from the prism of time and space – a form of intuition, according to Kant in the ‘Critique of Pure Reason’. (picturing) becomes for us... (parenthetic language and underlining mine)

So when looking at pictures and their wants, we must cast aside the Apollonian and embrace the Dionysian...

 ...and then he writes something important about the need for the experience of beauty, something Abraham Maslow says, if enough of it is missing from our lives, can make us sick...

People seek to add beauty in their lives...

Yet beauty has no moral value of its own. Dostoevsky remarked that ‘beauty is mysterious as well as terrible’; according to Schopenhauer, it reaches its pinnacle in the form of the sublime, a concept of greatness beyond mortal imagination. ___________see What A Picture Wants


So, what I imagine in the picturing language the imaginal poet, ie the "embodying absence" wants to embody in picturing language as poet seems to intuit how to accomplish this. How the poet wants to let the unone, ie "beauty" it loves live again in the erotic picturing language form we call "love" talk or "loving" and... if only for a little while, also, within the aesthetic display, evermore. It is to this sublime nature as muse who (or what) is "poet" speaks. Who is poet speaks the unspeakable. Beauty. 











Saturday, February 9, 2013

SATURDAY POETRY Poet Trees


Simone Martini, Frontispiece to Petrarch’s Virgil, ca. 1344,
29.5 x 20 cm, Biblioteca Ambrosiana (Image in public domain)

down settles grown trees as
lovely as the golden far
you have time
look


how
lovely they are
lovely as the golden far
lain upon your lawn-lit night

©2009/2013 Poet Trees stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
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Petrarch’s Virgil: Simone Martini’s Frontispiece Examined ~Patrick Hunt Francesco

Saturday, January 26, 2013

SATURDAY POETRY: Enjambed Body


"End of the Trail"  20th C American Sculpture artist, James Earle Fraser with his 1894 plaster sculpture / "In 1894, when James Earle Fraser completed his model of The End of the Trail, American civilization stretched from shore to shore. Most Euramericans believed the frontier period was over and that such progress was inevitable. Many viewed Native Americans as part of the past, a vanishing race with no place in twentieth century. Popular literature portrayed Indian people as "savages," noble or otherwise. Fraser's The End of the Trail reflects this legacy: a nineteenth century Indian warrior defeated and bound for oblivion -- frozen in time." -R. David Edmunds, Ph.D.



in that word
under lasting light
in that way

he said "mould"
but i heard "mold" and
instantly "decay"

and instantly the shadow
moved as instantly away

©2013 In Conspectu Mortis Enjambed, stephanie pope mythopoetry.com matter and beauty poetry series
 

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CG Jung and "in conspectu mortis"  [quote] The vision of the world in conspectu mortis is in truth a curious experience: the sense of the present stretches out beyond today, looking back into centuries gone by, and forward into futures yet unborn. [unquote]  see CG Jung: Letters. Volume 2: 1951-1961 Selected and edited by Gerhard Adler in collaboration with Aniela Jaff
é.  Translated from the German by RFC Hull. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1975 p.10, Letter 21, Mar. 1951.

CG Jung calls this a way of seeing the world. "One must look to the past so that life is not frozen in the past."  -stephanie pope,
"The Individuation Process".

in conspectu mortis see also stephanie pope "When Truth Is A Dark Light Walking The Land"

R. David Edmunds, Ph.D., Cherokee,The End Of The Trail: A Native American
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