From: Damien Broderick <d.broderick@english.unimelb.edu.au>:
>Me, I've got *zero* visual imagery.
>
>I need to turn everything into narrative, run compression algorithms on the
>word chunks, then fool around with those. This can be amazingly powerful,
>
>This has a very strange effect on my writing.
I think this is fascinating. You know that you've made this
your strength, don't you?
I am curious about your "word-chunking". Some of the poetry
that I like best places the words on the page so that it "dances" along.
I feel a sense of movement, or, if I squint my eyes, I see
shapes arise out of the "chunks" of letters.
What happens inside of your head when you read words that "move"
or words that "form shapes" ?
Here are two examples. (the latter is actually a song, but
Kate Bush wrote the words in a way to express it better).
(370) LXI
if-you-and-i-awakening
(e.e. cummings)
if you and i awakening
discover that(somehow
in the dark)this world has been
Picked,like a piece
of clover,from the green meadow of
time
lessness;quietly
turning
toward me the
guessable mirrors which your eyes are
You will communicate a little
more than twice all that
so
gently
while we were asleep while
we were each other disappeared:but i
slightly
smiling,
gradually shall reenter the
singular kingdom
(sleep)
while some
thing else
kisses busily
a
memory,which how exquisitely
flutters in
the cornerless tomorrow
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Jig of Life
by Kate Bush
Hello, old lady.
I know your face well.
I know it well.
She says,
"Ooh-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na!
I'll be sitting in your mirror.
Now is the place where the
crossroads meet.
Will you look into the future?
"Never, never say goodbye
To my part of your life.
No, no, no, no, no!
Oh, oh, oh,
"Let me live!"
She said.
"C'mon and let me live, girl!"
She said,
"C'mon and let me live, girl!"
"C'mon and let me
live!"
"This moment in time,"
(She said.)
It doesn't belong to you,"
(She said,)
It belongs to me,
"And to your little boy and to
your little girl,
And the one hand clapping:
Where on your palm is my little
line,
When you're written in mine
As an old memory ?
Ooh,
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-
"Never, never say goodbye
To my part of your life.
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
Never, never, never!
Never, never let me go!"
She said,
"C'mon and let me live, girl!'
"C'mon and let me
live!"
She said,
"C'mon and let me live, girl!"
"C'mon and let me
live!"
I put this
moment..............................................here.
I put this
moment.........................here.
I put this moment--
"Over here!
"Over here!
Can't you see where memories are
kept bright?
Tripping on the water like a laughing
girl.
Time in her eyes is spawning past
light,
One when the ocean and the woman
unfurled,
Holding all the love that waits for you
here.
Catch us now for I am your future.
A kiss on the wind and we'll make the
land.
Come over here to where When
lingers,
Waiting in this empty world,
Waiting for Then, when the lifespray
cools.
For Now does ride in on the curl of
the wave,
And you will dance with me in the
sunlit pools.
We are of the going water and the
gone.
We are of water in the holy land of
water
And all that's to come runs in
With the thrust on the strand."
Amara
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"If you gaze for long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into
you." - -Nietzsche
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