12-21-2013, 09:41 AM
It is easy to over ruminate on the intended effect/affect of a poem. Am I supposed to look for the why of the expression, what is the meaning, what is suggested. I try to make it more explicit to myself in other words.
There is the observation of a woman stroking a worn blanket in an alleyway. She is muttering. She probably falls under our category of 'homeless.' When I see such a woman I'm more curious about my and others reaction, judgment, impression.
The blanket seems metaphorical reflection insofar at it is enlivened with fibers holding together against the forces of fate and entropy. The blanket is enveloping shroud of the social. She is threadbare, but also possibly a disconnected thread in the network of life. She is not woven into the social, held together by an intelligible and supporting context.
Everywhere there are entropic forces pulling down our structures of support, meaning, comfort and control.
There is the observation of a woman stroking a worn blanket in an alleyway. She is muttering. She probably falls under our category of 'homeless.' When I see such a woman I'm more curious about my and others reaction, judgment, impression.
The blanket seems metaphorical reflection insofar at it is enlivened with fibers holding together against the forces of fate and entropy. The blanket is enveloping shroud of the social. She is threadbare, but also possibly a disconnected thread in the network of life. She is not woven into the social, held together by an intelligible and supporting context.
Everywhere there are entropic forces pulling down our structures of support, meaning, comfort and control.