Hematite drips from my pen
In close quarters of symmetry
The eye catches rough,
Rough shades of charring
Paste
Through a paper, caught
Momentarily dry, with sunspots
The words finally come.
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(Photo Untitled, by Amber 770, Tampa)
Equinox Editorial Excerpt, 1909 ev
"We are Mystics, ever eagerly seeking a solution of unpleasant facts.
We are Women & Men of Science, ever eagerly acquiring pertinent facts.
We are Sceptics, ever eagerly examining those facts.
We are Philosophers, ever eagerly classifying and co-ordinating those well-criticised facts.
We are Epicureans, ever eagerly enjoying the unification of those facts.
We are Philanthropists, ever eagerly transmitting our knowledge of those facts to others.
Further, we are Syncretists, taking truth from all systems, ancient and modern; and Eclectics, ruthlessly discarding the inessential factors in any one system, however perfect."
[Re-edited 2014 ev]
- Joshua
- Florida, United States
- Arts & science enthusiast -- enjoys the company of Nature and working on projects close to his heart.
I know one should probably never ask a poet what he writes about....but whats it about?
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This poet will always welcome curiosity! Of course, the wisdom you spoke does underscore the fact that my replies might be just more poetry :}
ReplyDeleteSaturn guffaws -- an image of bellowing laughter by something larger than the marketplace human mind. It is the gravity of understanding.
The series of images is meant to invoke the eventual triumph of the creative spirit through the leaden-seeming trials of expression.
Intimacy with beauty, the 'close quarters of symmetry,' is the eye open to light. Yet there is -- in this case -- interference in the lenses of perception, the crystalline symmetries of sound & light here were roughly caught burnt and charred, a rough paste instead of liquid light. This is a device to illustrate the viscosity of sticky thoughts.
Yet, through a paper. Paper is pulp of growth processed into a flat, dry plane. a background upon which hematite -- a reference to primordial solidification of wisdom -- drips. This paper/background is the medium of vision, and through patient application of magick, the words come.
It is about the blissful ordeal of expressing divine love. Not ordeal as in an annoying pain in the arse, but as in holy struggle, a sacred operation, a sanctified effort.
It is the triumph of love through challenges.