| = Torment, eh? :) | Diana Pacuraru [08.Nov.04 01:04] |
| Your poem has a sort of weirdness, a sort of hate within, doesn't it? You wrote those words with a little disgust for the strange feeling of experiencing each thing as if it is a new life, I think. If this is what you meant, I like it. If not, there must be another message and I'm curious to know it. "Living dead" is actually a metaphor for a tormented existence, one that has to be in a different "room", but accidentally bumped into a wrong place, isn't it? | |
| = fire | dan [09.Nov.04 19:10] |
| words are alive… this is what most poets fail to understand. no message… no encrypted meanings… just words… aligned in a “living” context. as they please . no innuendos just fire… | |
| = Didn't fail | Diana Pacuraru [11.Nov.04 00:24] |
| I didn't fail to understand, maybe I didn't imagine you thought that about words. Interesting comment | |
| = Also | Diana Pacuraru [11.Nov.04 00:26] |
| But also, the insane can put words aligned in a "living" context, too. Are they called poets? I think more interesting is that those words seem meaningless, but in fact, they mean much more that the most explicit things. | |
| = diana | dan [12.Nov.04 01:46] |
| It is ridiculous to create hierarchies based on the literary “value” of poems… It reminds me of the “Prichard diagram” (remember Dead Poets Society?) . It’s just a waste of time…Do not dissect poetry. Save it for the worms. A critic’s bookshelf will always resemble a graveyard. Nothing compares to the birth of a poem. I believe that words evolve (as living “beings”). And that a “good” (as in kind) poet will know when to start “recording” such an event without altering it. Seeking the meanings of poetry is like performing autopsies... You were right. The insane will always see “in the dark”. I suppose it is all they have left. In the absence of reason… the ability to portray the absurd. | |