03-16-2013, 08:53 PM
I really enjoyed this poem. It reminded me of a passage from The Logic of Sense, ‘…music does not have hysteria as its clinical essence [the broken wing of a bird, the Body without Organs made Organ without Body – in a forced fashion], but is confronted more and more with a galloping schizophrenia. To hystericize music we would have to reintroduce colours [the flower; and note ‘Difference and Repetition’ (difference is produced only through repetition)], passing through the rudimentary or refined system of correspondences between sound and colour.’
and this, your poem, made me think, there is a moment beyond music and painting (and gone beyond simple writing, towards poetry) that slides between a different Fold [note Deleuze ‘The Fold’] and the same.
However, the ‘vases of sorrow’ I would replace… the ‘of sorrow’ just seemed a little too obvious.
also, I misread it initially as ‘skies rip rain into’… and just thought that was a motherfucker of an opening… but then re-read it and it was only ‘skies drip rain into’… so was a little disappointed. But that is just a side note.
thanks for the read.
and this, your poem, made me think, there is a moment beyond music and painting (and gone beyond simple writing, towards poetry) that slides between a different Fold [note Deleuze ‘The Fold’] and the same.
However, the ‘vases of sorrow’ I would replace… the ‘of sorrow’ just seemed a little too obvious.
also, I misread it initially as ‘skies rip rain into’… and just thought that was a motherfucker of an opening… but then re-read it and it was only ‘skies drip rain into’… so was a little disappointed. But that is just a side note.
thanks for the read.