Pale Ramon, to his patron, the rich insurance executive/poet who visits the Keys every September and pays good money to charter his boat for fishing trips: "It's because we split a bottle of rum, Senor Stevens. That's it. Nothing a cup of strong black coffee won't clear up."
Poetry is that art which “sustains and shapes imagery using no other means than language” (Ricoeur). Poetry figures the imagination with language, and by that figuring we’re shown a vision of the world that clarifies and augments consciousness.
Thanks for this Robert. So helpful of you to share your erudition and wisdom.
It was exactly what I needed to make further sense of my belief language and imagination are at the core of human experience. This becomes more and more apparent to me as I write, read and relate. The notion of the way in which imagination resonates our sense of being and gives meaning to experience has been what informs my poetry. I have often found myself using a poem to pluck language into felt experience, much as we pluck a chord on a stringed instrument.
I felt inspired by your observations , especially as I am currently writing an imagining of a post apocalypse world, inhabited mostly by AI mechanisms, struggling to know what they are. Just as we do!
But I do think, that although language grasps being, and makes it aprehensable to human thought. The fullness of being eludes being contained.
From a psychoanalytically informed perspective, the pre-languages infant, is involved in sense making of its world and relationships, prior to being languaged. The Lacanians suggest rather, that the infant becomes an essentially alienated subject in assuming language. The subject is always other than who is named. Even though we come to believe, our identity is all about being in possession of our names. We are born into our names and to the words, given to us by another. In a sense, our language always belongs to others.
I think poetry is an attempt at taking back language from the other to express, our own voice of being.
Pale Ramon, to his patron, the rich insurance executive/poet who visits the Keys every September and pays good money to charter his boat for fishing trips: "It's because we split a bottle of rum, Senor Stevens. That's it. Nothing a cup of strong black coffee won't clear up."
That's a fine figuring of the scene as well, Peter.
look forward to the wallace stevens instalment!!
Thank you Huck. I'm getting married next week, so it might be a bit, but I've started a draft!
holy shit, congrats - and good luck!
Thank you
Poetry is that art which “sustains and shapes imagery using no other means than language” (Ricoeur). Poetry figures the imagination with language, and by that figuring we’re shown a vision of the world that clarifies and augments consciousness.
Love these thoughts!
Thank you Zane. Appreciate it.
Thanks for this Robert. So helpful of you to share your erudition and wisdom.
It was exactly what I needed to make further sense of my belief language and imagination are at the core of human experience. This becomes more and more apparent to me as I write, read and relate. The notion of the way in which imagination resonates our sense of being and gives meaning to experience has been what informs my poetry. I have often found myself using a poem to pluck language into felt experience, much as we pluck a chord on a stringed instrument.
I felt inspired by your observations , especially as I am currently writing an imagining of a post apocalypse world, inhabited mostly by AI mechanisms, struggling to know what they are. Just as we do!
But I do think, that although language grasps being, and makes it aprehensable to human thought. The fullness of being eludes being contained.
From a psychoanalytically informed perspective, the pre-languages infant, is involved in sense making of its world and relationships, prior to being languaged. The Lacanians suggest rather, that the infant becomes an essentially alienated subject in assuming language. The subject is always other than who is named. Even though we come to believe, our identity is all about being in possession of our names. We are born into our names and to the words, given to us by another. In a sense, our language always belongs to others.
I think poetry is an attempt at taking back language from the other to express, our own voice of being.
What do you think?