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And to that I would add Audre Lorde's:
"I speak here of poetry as a revelatory distillation of experience, not the sterile word play that, too often, the white fathers distorted the word poetry to mean- in order to cover a desperate wish for imagination without insight...Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action."
Poetry is a vital necessity of our existence. I love that! how can it be any other way right? how can you separate the poetic from the being? what kinda amputated imagination would grant such division? what kinda impoverished world would be born out of such divorce?
Question of another line: How do we take our poetry to the highest level so that our existence keeps blossoming, in yet new colors and fragrances, for now and for generations and lifetimes to come :-) ?
Quynh, I love that we are talking to each other on this blog! Pllleeease persuade the others to write too! This space has so much potential for ongoing conversation; I would hate to see it die out. :)
lol i've been urging!
people will join ;-)... at their pace...
Charmaine, I love the quote. I was listening to Geetmala this morning (a wonderful Hindi radio program Sat 11-1 on wvkr.org, you should all stream it) and in the middle of one raga, I heard Sri Durga Pooja say, "To believe there is a division between the personal path of devotion and the impersonal path of knowledge is ignorance"...great to hear as I sit in the library hopelessly trying to write.
Quynh, I think the highest poetry is never stagnant, that it's crucial to question even the most assured assumptions, to let oneself speak without filters just to see what comes out and analyze it afterwards, to speak in the immediate, literally and abstractly and see how they meld together.
If I write on this blog, I don't want to spend hours trying to perfect my phrases. I want to see what happens when we let go of fears of sounding silly, inarticulate, etc. etc.
I just found a Vnese postcolonialist that seems to emobdy the quotes perfectly. So excited!!!
http://www.trinhminh-ha.com/
check out the biography section. She's a writer, a filmmaker, AND a composer!!! a poli-artmaker all in all :-))
hey dearests,
Q-remember last semester when we read a little Neruda and you said poetry had never spoken much to you? Maybe that poetry you were referring to was presented as a some luxurious lace to fancy up life in the ridiculous style of the Elizabeth's dress in Lagaan...
Nice to find poetry recovered here with some good vital signs. More like the village dance and song with so much soul, metaphor, wisdom, so much heart beat, and ways of being, of moving...much more than the well-counted 1-2-3, 1-2-3 of the stiff B. waltz.
I'm just writing now supposedly a critique of modern medicine, academy, and the category of religion. Mostly just an outcry from all the amputations of recent centuries that seem to have left all sorts running around like chickens with their heads cut off, afraid if they don't run they'll die and convinced the only warm place to roost is in the cramped categories of modern knowledge.
well, supposedly its about something like that, but i just went rambling off about the somatic power of poetry and ambiguity more generally.
see, this john hopkins scholar in the 1940's complained in a forward to her translation of The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine about how difficult it was to translate an inherently ambiguous language like ancient Chinese. She just couldn't manage to exact the real meaning out of it. Something just alluded her...hmmmm... Did she kow-tow before the meanings that exceeded her grasp???? no, instead she kept her head up and said she'd just get down the "nature" of the material, just enough of an idea so we could assess what "is of value and what is worthless."
wow, she doesn't understand what is happening in the text, but feels sure she can assess its value.
no bother, as the forward explains, the translation was to serve the purpose of understanding "obsolete theories and practices" in order "to replace them with more effective technique of scientific medicine." They just needed to mine the text for some "concepts and terminology familiar to the people" so they could properly extinguish those ideas from the people's hearts and minds.
...A kind of way of burning books--for those who want to destroy those tenacious libraries well kept in the brilliant spirits and minds of people rich with oral traditions...oh, excuse me, i mean, um... if you want to liberate the poor illiterate peasants held back by their superstitions...
okay, back to the formal writing, with fewer ellipsis.
"Mostly just an outcry from all the amputations of recent centuries that seem to have left all sorts running around like chickens with their heads cut off, afraid if they don't run they'll die and convinced the only warm place to roost is in the cramped categories of modern knowledge."
strong metaphor!! pls keep us posted with whatever work u r doing. i was sooo happy that you shared your writing with me the other day. seriously, there r so many layers there to unfold, and all the different practices of curing that you are looking at build such a deep well of knowledge/conocimiento about healing, living, and dying, that the crowning of mere modern medicine pales as an arid soil in comparison. pls bring water bk to the soil ;-)
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