I am in a class that is sometimes funny, sometimes mind boggling and other times scary. It can also be ridiculous.
It occurred to me that analyzing poetry is like working on a conspiracy theory. If there is something to connect to something else, we will find it. What's funny is that some of it is totally lost in translation or not applicable, but hey! I found it!!! The third letter of the second word of the first verse in the fifth Canto is the same as the last letter of the fifth word in the first verse of the second Canto. And by this I mean there is a connection in my overly overworked awesome mind that long ago stopped reading poetry and started breaking code! Holy Moly! And by this I mean I need to start building a card castle.
All I am saying is that sometimes, just sometimes, poetry is meant to be read and interpreted by the reader according to her emotions, experiences and ideals, with the underlying meaning in focus, but for each reader a unique voice that delivers that meaning. It's POETRY, not code. No way a true poet would have set out and deliberately constructed references to everything under the sun, in a volume that needs three books to print. No way. I'm not buying it. But it's funny! It's almost like a deranged child's play: "Mommy, I know what "walking along" means, it means we are having chicken for dinner, because the chicken was doing the walking in the other verse, and along could mean "along with dinner". Crazy *(#!
What I really think is that people who don't have the emotional intelligence to FEEL the tone and have no musical awareness to LISTEN to the left hand playing along have to find meaningless and barbaric references to the chicken dinner. It doesn't always have to be a conspiracy. What about conspiracy by accident, does that have a name? Yeah, it's called: genius, Genius!
And by genius, I mean hit you with a wooden spoon in the head.
The end.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
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