Sense one life - Robert Porfirio 2007 - The Philosophy of Film Noir
In black night over water - Night Over Water by Ken Follett, Night Over Water is a fictionalized account of the final flight of the Pan
Heartbeat in the soma Soma drug information - slow heartbeat, extreme weakness
Expecting green turtle An islanders prophecy
And scandalous serpent - scandalous serpent occasionally used derogatory term
Through a spider web Charlotte saved a pig
From shamanic uncertainty Sharman's make the world turn
Where meaning initiates Almost an everyday remark
And facts in flocks the Sheppard is a gentle soul, and flocks are so easily led (they are words too)
Are made to follow proclamation of the masses
Like migrating skeins A naturalist natural language
On wingtips of intention as above
Our hollow read is folded only snorkels fold effectively and reads make good snorkels, and letters are folded quite commonly
Inside out upside down Youre turning me Youre giving love instinctively Around and round youre turning me Diana Ross
For torus of cradle Ford Torus has a cradle as well
To nurture Earth babies a village mantra
On the pendulum of the Sun - Alia
Round the helix of the moon Hails every poet
There are no new thoughts, well very few in any case.. But it's the way they are strung together like pearls or diamonds or apple seeds into something a page can wear and look beautiful that is poetry.
All poetry has been plagiarised from the greatest art work of all... LIFE and its trials and triumphs, its terror and its beauty (a poet wrote that be it back to front) History and a dreamed future.. Put away the stakes and torches, I have pretty arrows dipped in red frogs =)
These words -- metaphysical sojourner = Robin. Exquisite in every way. Beyond my shallow comprehension. Love's powerful effect transcends space and time. And like a single drop of rain, it builds to a deafening crescendo of a storm...yet it is an illusion "alluded to grandly".
Well, I am used that you pick up from time to time my ideas, my meaning with my words. Nice job on this one. This is not the essence of originality. I wonder when you deliver me just one poem - so that I can do the same? No, don't worry: I never can have such a character...
The essence of originality is to process your thoughts on the world in a personal and original way. This is taking the fresh ideas of someone else and choosing wrongly and spitefully to show them as your own. There is very little that is more obscene and just plain wrong as that.
An artist should love his own work enough to develop it for thermselves. After Leonardo, artists realised that no one could draw as well as he.... although they tried. This became known as Mannerisim. When someone has a set of ideas and struggles to put them down in a creative way and someone else using them - is the ultimate mannered insult. Read about plagiarism, all forms carefully here, seems, you never gave a s**t about copy rights, when there is a raise of your self-confidence...this original - my poem bellow is to show to you and others, what I mean, you reviewed it and praised it but I deleted all my writing, once again. And, I knew you will plagiarize soon. And also the idea of the observer - you have from my another work, you did it and you will do it. I ask, do you have conscience? But of course you do not have idea about quantum mechanics... you just pick up the meaning, words and use it, it sounds like everything is right what brings you popularity; and I decided to tell you this for you are becoming more and more impudent.
ABSTRACT OF MORALITY
(On the edge of imagination)
Sense one life
In black night over water
Heartbeat in the soma
Expecting green turtle
And scandalous serpent
Through a spider web
From shamanic uncertainty
Where meaning initiates
And facts in flocks
Are made to follow
Like migrating skeins
On wingtips of intention
Our hollow read is folded
Inside out
For torus of cradle
To nurture Earth babies
On the pendulum of the Sun
Round the helix of the moon
2008 Gandr
All Rights Reserved
Library Of Congress
5 November
OMG, you little sneak!! Your alliteration was woven PERFECTLY throughout, did you plan it that way?
Robin, you're starting to scare me with the clarity of your words. I almost felt like this was an answer piece to the one I just wrote. Either that, or I'm just really starting to get it. :)
I love this piece. Going in my favs. :)
Your way with words completely baffles me at times. I have to read over and over to understand the meaning. This is a good thing, it makes me think and it also teaches me.
Love is such a drug, isn't it? For most anyway. Some of us just cannot stand to be without it, without that companionship, someone with whom to share all other things loved. Very nice write and please, continue to perplex me.