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Denise Levertov
When words penetrate deep into us they change the chemistry of the soul, of the imagination. We have no right to do that to people if we don’t share the consequences.-
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Postmodernism is an intellectual, artistic, philosophical, and/or cultural mindset that questions institutionalism, hierarchy, power, and simple, knowable truth. Alternatively it embraces complexity, contradiction, ambiguity, fractured metaphysics, multiplicity, deconstruction, and diversity. In poetry it offers semiotic liberty.Robert Anton Wilson
Semantic noise also seems to haunt every communication system. A man may sincerely say, ‘I love fish,’ and two listeners may both hear him correctly, yet the two will neurosemantically file this in their brains under opposite categories. One will think the man loves to dine on fish, and the other will think he loves to keep fish (in an aquarium).Witold Gombrowicz
Here is the writer who with all his heart and soul, with his art, in anguish and travail offers nourishment – there is the reader who’ll have none of it, and if he wants, it’s only in passing, offhandedly, until the phone rings. Life’s trivia are your undoing. You are like a man who has challenged a dragon to a fight but will be yapped into a corner by a little dog. from Ferdydurke
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I’m an Executive Director with a doctorate in education, a consultant, painter, photographer, composer, poet, and vocalist.
Gustav Flaubert
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.DuÅ¡an “Charles” Simić
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.Monique Wittig
Language casts sheaves of reality upon the social body, stamping it and violently shaping it… Language as a whole gives everyone the same power of becoming an absolute subject through its exercise. But gender, an element of language, works upon this ontological fact to annul it as far as women are concerned and corresponds to a constant attempt to strip them of the most precious thing for a human being – subjectivity. Gender is an ontological impossibility because it tries to accomplish the division of Being. But Being is not divided. God or Man as being are One and whole. So what is this divided Being introduced into language through gender? It is an impossible Being, it is a Being that does not exist, an ontological joke, a conceptual maneuver to wrest from women what belongs to them by right: conceiving of oneself as a total subject through the exercise of language. The result of the imposition of gender, acting as a denial at the very moment when one speaks, is to deprive women of the authority of speech, and to force them to make their entrance in a crablike way, particularizing themselves and apologizing profusely. The result is to deny them any claim to the abstract, philosophical, political discourses that give shape to the social body. Gender then must be destroyed. The possibility of its destruction is given through the very exercise of language. For each time I say ‘I’ I reorganize the world from my point of view and through abstraction I lay claim to universality. This fact holds true for every locutor.
W.S. Merwin
All the things that really matter to us are impossible…Writing poetry is impossible. I don’t know how to write a poem. A poem – there has to be a part of it that is not my own will; it comes from somewhere that I don’t know. There is so much that comes out of what we don’t know and what we don’t have any control over. I think that one of the only things we can learn as we get older is a certain humility. – from Doing the Impossible
Thomas Aquinas
Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.
i just love how the words flow together with the artwork anna – makes for a fantastic effect and tactile experience…. very cool
fascinating….kinda all over structure…the painting plays well into this…we get so caught up on our image, our look…how fragile yet so strong the spider silk when viewed proportionately….
That’s amazing.
The structure and word choices. Home run hit.
Oooh, what sky said, and hit totally out of the park.
What lovely colourful experimentation. Thank you.
I like how you spread the words across the canvas, their liquidity like the acrylic paint under– nice! ~peace, Jason
just loved this, Anna 🙂
I really like (mind game) is applied cosmetically, thought provoking as usual, lovely !!
Smooth transitions that really wok well read aloud. Great post.
The artist in a poet is a wonderful combination. The talented comes in a package. Nicely Anna!
Hank
This is gorgeous–I love the texture of the words on top of the paint–
Oh yes, I’m caught in your web where geometry meets creation, one a language for that which is “too close to be named.” It’s both/and for the love of peace, isn’t it?
Candy Floss could be the most awesome substance ever invented . . . but then there is oil paint . . .
I have been drawn to the PO/image hybrid of late and you do it so well Anna. i feel that It has a real sense of the personal and personality in the whole. the colour and marks somehow defuse or disarm, allowing a cool, or fresh state of mind with which to approach the written content . I smart splice indeed.
The Tetris after image is something I have experienced. playing it in my sleep I realised that computer games where probably
ultimately unhealthy –
what isn’t?! come to think of it above toy have totally represented most of my addictions lol.
re my post: sorry about the delay, perhaps a special Stalk got in the way 😦
🙂
Somethings can’t be seen for what it is until one is removed from it. Working at it, still trying to figure it out, I guess we smear over it with our own workings. Nothing is really made clearer yet and still it is fixed in our minds. We create what it is, what it really is still remains under. I also read this as something like “feeling of being caught”. Tetris — the patterns and blocks appear and fall into place long after you’re done with the game; Tetris afterimage is not static but illusion of something continuing to be build and actually not at all.
I love the sublime sensuality of words here. and your closure is delightful.
Love the structure of this one!
So beautiful, Anna x
Is order something we superimpose over the chaos of existence, creating a false reality so we can feel safe? Or is order integral? Profound thoughts here, beautifully rendered!
Reifying… Yes, that is life, isn’t it? Embracing that is the hard part, and it sounds like you are there!
Fluid despite its tough threads throughout its fleshy conjecture !