My Academe Mind
Splintering, unfettering, my academe mind
is choking on words.
I watch it slip, drip, congeal,
coagulate in dark flaky patches
on the parquet floor.
Mono-syllabic as a prick of blood,
I think anecdotally, unquantifiably
eye off the lure, beyond the school,
bashing ideas in fish tail swipes,
gulping sea mouths of Harmattan sand.
RG May 1st, 2013
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I have been two-footedly in the visual world lately. It's as though my thinking brain is atrophying and if I try to think about anything too deeply it's disorienting. It has been a long time since I lived in my head in that way. Today I found a whole bunch of notes from my dissertation. They were precise and thoughtful. The primary material was fabulous but I had to read it a few times to remember the significance and to glean the meaning. I spend lots of time convincing others that the visual and written can converge but when you are two-footed in one it's harder to shift than you think.
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I just looked at this again after reading some more of that stuff by the poet who lived in my future house. There's something astonishingly visual about this; you can sense painting and observing. I've had to study poetry by Francis Ponge for the past few days and he talks a lot about the thing that grants us power over objects is language. I think he has two feet in the literary world. Anyway, it was refreshing to read something that combines the two.
Thanks for your vote of confidence. Perhaps Patricia's right and I can say it best with words.
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