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Post by scriptamanent on Feb 28, 2009 20:13:16 GMT -5
2. Here is what the essence of being means: I’m under that pergola again, same wasps Fooling around my watermelon But this time I speak, in a manner that reminds Of Prometheus chained, 'Who gave you the right grandma, Did you not know I’m here For a mouthful of dreams?' And it’s interesting how things remain the same, How they fall into the wormhole of prophesies, Once again. “If you can’t change your fate by playing the flute Change your future by playing the mandolin.” She says.. That indigo lady whose tears are watermelon seeds I dare not swallow, nor spit out. 1. modernpoet.proboards98.com/index.cgi?board=nicolettaapoulakida&action=display&thread=1640
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Post by Bernard Alain on Mar 2, 2009 22:08:16 GMT -5
super job on this Nicoletta, up she goes ...
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Post by Ross McCague on Mar 4, 2009 20:52:20 GMT -5
In physics, a wormhole is a hypothetical topological feature of spacetime that is fundamentally a 'shortcut' through space and time. Spacetime can be viewed as a 2D surface, and when 'folded' over, a wormhole bridge can be formed. A wormhole has at least two mouths which are connected to a single throat or tube. If the wormhole is traversable, matter can 'travel' from one mouth to the other by passing through the throat. While there is no observational evidence for wormholes, spacetimes-containing wormholes are known to be valid solutions in general relativity. Secondly, in early Roman times, the God Eros was often depicted as a small wasp-like insect. Vespa is a related term. Thirdly, in this respect, Botticelli's Venus and Mars deals with an amorous victory featuring the little fellows. A grove of myrtle trees, the tree of Venus, forms the backdrop to the two gods who are lying opposite each other on a meadow. Venus is clothed and is attentively keeping watch over Mars as he sleeps. The god of war has taken off his armor and is lying naked on his red cloak; all he is wearing is a white loin cloth. The goddess of love, who is clothed in a costly white and gold gown, is watching over the sleeping naked Mars, while little satyrs are playing mischievously with the weapons and armor of the god of war. Botticelli's theme is that the power of love can defeat the warrior's strength. A swarm of wasps surround his head! If you blow up and then magnify this picture you can just make them out above his youthful locks: www.wga.hu/art/b/botticel/5allegor/40venusm.jpgFourthly, a pergola is used in landscape architecture, of a certain vintage, to suggest the Garden of Eden before the Fall. One always has the feeling that ancient mythology is explicit in your work and Christian mysticism implicit. I guess it's hard to wear a chiton inside out and cut much of a figure on the Agora. Fifthly, the watermelon is suggestive of fertility and hope if the Tarot is right, and something else if adolescent boys and English undergarment manufacturers have anything to say in the matter. Oh dear. Sixthly, you're moving in Wallace Stevens's territory here, although perhaps by way of his apprentice, Charles Wright, yet the stamp of traumatic vision or a traumatically conditioned vision erupts in a singular way all your own. Less melodic but more intimate than www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/wallace-stevens/peter-quince-at-the-clavier/Seventhly, "I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow, follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil." Eighthly, has anyone ever noticed that every frickin poet and his sister is mopping it all up in these End Times? Lastly, Dylan has a new album coming out so who gives a .......?
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Post by Bernard Alain on Mar 4, 2009 23:42:44 GMT -5
good to have the expansion Ross, I took 'under that pergola' as maybe being preoccupied somehow with greek tradition/upbringing and the 'Prometheus chained' as exaggeration (i.e. ... eating at one's liver [sl.]), the popular scientific analogy is prominent here where the watermelon represents the universe and the wormholes actually holes created by worms. Wasps I think have been regarded by farmers as protectors of the watermelon patch and in this case maybe eludes to a universe of thought (greek myth/philosophy) and it's purveyors/protectors.
the closing strophe is interesting as it doesn't aquiesce or condemn, maybe ties the whole ponderance into some form of doubt or reconsideration of what has been taught.
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Post by scriptamanent on Mar 5, 2009 7:27:40 GMT -5
Gallery, Poem of the Week, and two very deep comments by very deep and good poets. Wow.. )I've written a poem in 2003 that has some interesting lines, which I used lately for new poems such as Argo. The vulture eats conscience and has no blame. A line I must use somehow.(
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