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Saturday, May 31, 2014

My imagism* [UPDATED]

Universe, come forth!
[UPDATE] Here's a perfect example of over-anxious blog post  publishing. I wrote ten words on the fly, thought they were okay, put them in a blog post, added a picture, got to thinking about the picture, and changed the words because of it.
Well, I've regretted it ever sense. The original concept was, of course, not a finished product, but just a casual observation about imagism. Something like this

The description
is a mirror
distorted
or otherwise;

You decide.

Also, this:

The description
is a mirror
funhouse
or otherwise;

You decide.

Or maybe

A description
is a mirror
distorted
or otherwise;

You decide.


I like the idea of a funhouse mirror, except that leaves out the idea of any kind of realism-reflection; I'm not sure the 'or otherwise' is strong enough to imply that. That's why I changed the first draft to 'Hubble' -- the idea of a perfect mirror that was not perfect, that needed fixed. 'Distorted mirror' was actually my first thought; household mirrors are not created to high standards, so they are all slightly distorted. Playing with the idea that all perceptions are distorted.

And the last line, just having fun with that, turning it back on the reader/looker, and the ambiguity of it. Is it a command, or an observation. Do you look? Do you decide? Are you looking? Are you deciding? Also, by capitalizing it, there's a faint suggestion of divinity -- maybe it's not you, the reader; maybe it's You-know-who, the divinity.

So I'm still thinking about them -- descriptions, that is. That poetic description are just like -- perfectly like? -- mirror images of anything: imperfect, unique, distorted, full of potential beauty and meaning.

Even I didn't realize there was so much going on in those few little words. Which is why one should work and work on even a teeny little bad poem before hitting 'publish.'

Original post was:

Verbs Drool, Adjectives Rule [original]

The description
is a mirror
Hubble
or otherwise;

You look.


* This

Huh?


Now I'm a fat house cat / Nursing my sore blunt tongue / Watching the warm poison rats / Curl through the wide fence cracks / Pissing on magazine photos / Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean / Blood of Christ mountain stream

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