I have been writing down ideas to post as blogs for this class drawing on the interruptions in thoughts that come whilst the words flow in our class of prophetic poets.  The struggle inside is the actual and the need to have no actuality.

Do words make a difference can poems take the place of mountains are men made out of words? "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God" Is God a word or is it the words that God uses to assemble all things. 

We know from Lucretius that everything already existed. Is it impossible to believe that words are power; the power that controls the universe and beyond?  The firstlings existed and can never be destroyed yet there are those that act and those that are acted upon.  In this life created by our own perception of reality we say or think and things happen.

Motion is created by thoughts or words and must be so for we can not turn on the light with out thinking to do so first.  Someone discovered in the infinite infinity to act upon those things that can be acted upon and formed them and shaped them through the use of words or commands or knowledge or thoughts, for it is all the same. Those combining firstlings in combinations of meticulous design to create the simplest of organisms precisely compelled to regenerate and replicate itself.


The Role Of PoetryStevens often writes directly about poetry and its human function. The poet “tries by a peculiar speech to speak / The peculiar potency of the general, / To compound the imagination’s Latin with / The lingua franca et jocundissima.” Moreover, “The whole race is a poet that writes down / The eccentric propositions of its fate.” In a manner reminiscent of Wordsworth, Stevens saw the poet as one with heightened powers, but one who like all ordinary people continually creates and discards cognitive depictions of the world, not in solitude but in solidarity with other men and women.
These cognitive depictions find their outlet and their best and final form as words; and thus Stevens can say, “It is a world of words to the end of it, / In which nothing solid is its solid self.” In a poem called “Men Made out of Words,” he says: “Life / Consists of propositions about life.” Poetry is not about life, it is intimately a part of life. As Stevens wrote elsewhere, “The poem is the cry of its occasion, / Part of the res itself and not about it. / The poet speaks the poem as it is, // Not as it was.” Modern poetry is “the poem of the mind in the act of finding / What will suffice.”

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