The Sparticuses
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevens is one of America's most respected poets. Wallace
Stevens never learned to drive, although he did have a day job as an insurance
executive, so he would compose poetry walking to and from work. Wallace
Steven’s uniqueness as a poet is indisputable, his perpetual brand-newness
remains peripheral, always on the outside never able to go back to his poems in
the same way one had preceded. He was a chief engineer of language, with an
astonishing command and a sublime meticulousness in shaping his words. The
extreme procedural and thematic intricacy of his work causes him to be considered
a perceptively challenging lyricist. Individually Stevens can harmonize the theorist's
exoteric voice with the cryptic voice of the poet as he remains metaphysically demanding
nevertheless thorough. He was likewise a truth-seeker of aesthetics,
dynamically reconnoitering the concept of lyrics as the absolute synthesis of
the inspired imagination and impartial representation. He replaces etymological
and philosophical contradictions with a trilateral agreement and drives the ruminating
mind to the summit. He was recognized as a renowned abstractionist and an
incendiary philosopher, and that status has remained ever since his passing. His
word combinations generate eye-blurring, emblematic, quasi-opaque poetry that can
effortlessly subdue perception causing his poems to resist the intelligence almost
successfully.
http://www.stevenspoetry.org/stevenswalk.htm
Monday, November 19, 2012
The infinitesimal manifestation of intelligence
I am glad to read that not everyone found Solaris completely
mind blowing. Although I am a scyfi-guy
I guess I am not a scientific terminology guy.
I like Star Wars but more for the romanticism and power of the force
rather than the discovery of new worlds. Similarly I enjoy Solaris and the romanticism
of an intellectual eternal blog capable of creating and recreating life. Is this Lucreation’s imagined god of the universe?
Ever learning ever changing accommodating to create and experience the infinite
experiences of the universe. If its abilities
were farther reaching I believe it would be his perfect god theory. Is it that far off from the scriptures intelligent
matter unorganized pooled in at once shared consciousness with the ability to
experience stimulation away from the amassed consciousness. There are things
which act and things which are acted upon.
I love the power of “The Secret” even if it is only the mind
focusing sharpening to gather for itself the desires it has without pulling
from the universe. I for one could you a
focus that moves one to action. Is that not faith a belief in something that
moves us to action.
I must say I enjoy parts of the book’s concepts like the
creation of a human who cannot believe in herself simply because she believes
herself not to be unique. I liked of course the idea of the ocean and the mystery
of the beings created by the ocean and each person’s subconscious mind which
once being objects of great emotional desire became a living horror an awful sublime!
Friday, November 2, 2012
Awful Awesome
The awful awesome Sublime
My thesis is lost as of yet.
I think it could be stated as such; how awful is the splendor of the
birth of a fold how gruesome is the cause of freedom won how awesome is the
frightful fall how wonderful is the pleasure of experiencing the unknown, is it
all sublime? I want first to define the sublime as it is known to many of the
noteworthy poets and philosophers (Edmund Burke, Immanuel Kant, Schopenhauer, Victor
Hugo). Then using those philosopher’s
incite to draw lines to awful and awesome and then to provide evidence that
awful and awesome produce the same results and are essentially can be the
same. Drawing on poems from Wallace
Stevens I would like to use his poems (The idea of order in Key West, The American
Sublime, ) to defend both positions. I
would like to create my own experience to further demonstrate the sublime in
both its beauty and its horror.
Friday, October 26, 2012
It Must Give Pleasure
I am not sure why but my first thoughts were of Sir Percy
Blakeney and his words and the following scene how in the midst of a revolt he
insults both the boyfriend of his true love and the revolution and gets away
with treason and the girl. The part ends at 3min 20sec or so.
I enjoy tring to find meaning in the words or mind of the
author but end up placing myself in the words and cross what are my thoughts
with the thoughts I might suppose are the thoughts of the poet. This to me is satisfactory and I find I do
not need to know the truth or the real intent of the author; although that
would be nice to know too.
And heaven between ideas and truth and deception. It is
Because of this the seeker of knowledge draws from the
source of truth
To his Lord Krishna steps, Porphyrius the Charioteer, up
down,
Up down. It is a conflict that ends with the end of thought
They are plural, inescapably both within us,
Two that meet only to repel each other
By chance like knowledge given to the foot-soldier, ---
You think you find peace of mind, and after it you return to
confusion
How gladly with proper knowledge we stop fighting to find
truth,
If you must give up, or in other words just live simply in
ignorance
I guess for me Steven is wrestling once again with the
conflict between truth and perception.
Neither one winning the war yet both just as real. I love the line where
they meet “The meeting of their shadows” The image of the sun fighting against
the shade never able to actually fight but never ending the pushing match over
the world. The creators of shadows being
us because as the sun shines on one side the other side is in the shadows.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
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.”
http://payingattentiontothesky.com/category/wallace-stevens/
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.”
http://payingattentiontothesky.com/category/wallace-stevens/
Monday, October 8, 2012
A power of poetry is its words that make thoughts that create action, thoughts move elements together with purpose and direction.
As my eyes skimmed through the Adagia
a couple of lines captured my thoughts.
My eyes became more focused as I returned to the Adagia and searched one
by one for further light and knowledge that seemed to resonate with my
mind:
Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts it becomes and
epidemic.
The earth is not a building but a body.That part of the truth of the world that has its origin in the feelings.
As the reason destroys, the poet must create.
We live in the mind
Everything tends to become real; or everything moves in the direction of reality.
The word must be the thing it represents otherwise it is a symbol. It is a question of identity.
But he has changed me and I am
happy for his time with me and in his absence am happy that I know him; because
as words are thoughts and thoughts create feelings, we live in the mind, where
reason cannot destroy what our poet creates, and this infection moves us to our
epidemic of happiness. “The word must be the thing it represents otherwise it
is a symbol.” and so are we, “It is a question of identity.” Who do we want to
be?
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