Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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direct link: Tones of Noir music: Alex Bailey, ' Piano Improvisation No 7 .' Do poems wait to be born? A poem whittled out of t...
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ReplyDeleteOur personal grammar is all about power relationships, no? All grammar is. The subject carries more weight in German than in English. The negation is firmer in French. The Question more obvious in Spanish. Likewise, our grammar of ourselves is built on our power (or lack of it) within our world as we understand it.
Deconstructing that, for ourselves, our own view -
"My head unwraps
in the mirror
like a ribbon,
or writhing
snake."
- is as difficult as it is essential if we are to ignite our creativity and be able to celebrate our own worldview.
Hmmn, that's an interesting point. I tend to think not just our lexicon, but the way we structure our language, that basic subject-verb-object equation, multiple tenses, clauses & modifiers & clarifiers & conjunctions, etc., structure our experience.
ReplyDeleteGrammar is the way language can flow coherently. We are born into and die out of language that continues. Perhaps language is not so much a product of our minds as what created our minds for its own propagation. In the beginning was the word...
When I go into emotional chaos one of the first noticeable signs is that my grammar loses coherency. I've always found this deep interior connection of the bonding of words and mind and emotion fascinating.
I should put some of this in a post, but I'm working at an office today. Right now, at this desk, the phone quiet for a moment, it's imaging as a huge writhing language pulsing thing all over the globe that we are intimately connected to and to which we contribute, even in our different languages (which are still Language).
Undoing that is a sign of ensuing chaos in my personal system of symbols. Chaos happens in the process of writing a longer piece, perhaps a book; the old breaking down for the new to emerge (which is a grammar of plot lines isn't it, oh).
How Medusa got in there I don't know!
But it all also revolves around power, you are so right, and that's giving me lots to think about! I was going to take this post down as too sketchy, but the way you've opened it out to conversation helps. Many thanks Ira...
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ReplyDeleteLanguage~yes~what we hear~see~interpret~the language spoken in the depth of our inner landscape~and its' opposition: the "...Terror of catatonia"~yes
ReplyDeleteOh, before how many altars do we kneel unbeknown even to our deepest selves?
I am ever seeing St. Paul's words, you will have to forgive my repitition: "At first we see through a glass darkly; then face to face." So many things in pondering the language of self, the altars, the hidden motivations, remind me of this~and so I carry the phrase with me so often. Again, your composition brings it to mind.
Blessings~
Thank you, Laurieglynn... your words, the way you mirror as well as make the glass transparent make me ponder deeply too.
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