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Post by Whatyasee on Mar 30, 2008 19:14:06 GMT -5
Then which on wooden vines delicate green leaf bud charming stable poetry in writing bending flowing
white stones resist shimmering blind resource alliance build driven we can palm Sunday
God ask mother to sit drink of goblet gift the blood
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Post by tm tamish on Mar 31, 2008 7:01:19 GMT -5
Dear whatyasee,
This is as cryptic a piece as I have yet to see in these boards. The imagery is interesting and the lack of connectivity seems to signify in and of itself.
I began to break this down into a line by line analysis and have just thrown it away... What I perceive to be a central metaphor here could be Christ on the cross. This reading takes the "wooden vine" to be the cross, with the vine itself becoming a shifting signifier of reborn life and the crown of thorns. The renewal of the resurrection is present in the green leaves which are given meaning by "stable poetry in writing bending flowing" - the Word.
The second stanza would appear then to speak of the gathered spectators - the many who cannot know or fathom the significance of this event. The white stones, then, would seem to refer to the Philistines who would use this occasion to regroup and politic the world in the absence of Christ the disruptor.
God ask mother to sit drink of goblet gift the blood
This couplet would then carry the significance of drinking the blood of life, brought into the world by God through the vehicle of Mary, mother of Christ.
This, however, feels like a rather random reading to me. The poem is intriguing and will stay with me while I try to puzzle it out. I am also alive to the possibility that the meaning may not be in the meaning of the words but in the way they are interposed and laid out...
Fascinating whatyasee... I am baffled and bemused.
T.
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Post by tm tamish on Mar 31, 2008 7:14:49 GMT -5
SECOND RESPONSE:
Why am I compelled to interpret or deconstruct the words? As the title implies, these words are "dropped" here onto the paper, splashing and overlapping in their landings...
Looking like this, the poem becomes an ode to creation itself - the poet draws life from lifelessness, posits meaning, blends the words as he pleases, and gives this gift - life's blood - to the reader not as a lesson or message, but as a balm...
As bemused as a few minutes ago,
T.
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Post by aoeclald on Mar 31, 2008 7:47:12 GMT -5
Whatyasee:
I found this very interesting! Even on the first stanza, I was compelled just to comment. As Tamish said above, the words were "Dropped" here, but I can see the quality of each word being dropped and making a precise, fragile chain.
The first stanza was my favorite and the one I shall comment on...
Growth can come from the most unlikely sources. Not sure if that was what you were aiming for, but it definitely was what was portrayed to me! Nice job!
Great write, thanks for sharing! I have to move this to the Drops of Poetry board, however.
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Post by Whatyasee on Mar 31, 2008 7:47:20 GMT -5
Tamish your in depth desire to understand the world of written word, is too complex for understanding by this humble soul.
However as you do me such an honor as to delve into the mindful musing of this piece. You are most likely correct on both comments.
The experience, was the drops of poetry word usage from last weeks, weekly challenge.
Drawing from said list, these simple/complex appearances became what is now your quest for understanding said post.
Perhaps it is not to be fully understood. My desire is that it shows promise of a deeper understand. Enjoyment of the written word in all of the complexities.
Thank you for your attention to detail, and I hope to be read by you again in the future. L&L, BJ
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Post by bcoyotey on Jul 13, 2008 15:40:55 GMT -5
BJ, I like the message under the words. Implied but not spelled out. Very nice. Lady B
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