Trying to describe the indescribable
is a mug’s game.
There are no stories
beyond the power of words,
for stories are words.
As we try to get at the magic of experience,
the enchantment that can transcend facts
and transmute reality,
…it turns into a story
born of words
and limited by them.
It rhymes and writhes,
but artifice of language
only hints
at possibility
of something deeper;
it makes your reader work,
inventing meaning,
while losing your experience forever
and making you redundant…
What a pity!
Poor poet –
forever betrayed by your tools
turning experience into stories,
visceral into abstract,
dreams into – what?
Tag: experience
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Idyll
Song of Innocence
The orange light
of the setting sun:
it tells everyone
that the day is done.
It’s time to unwind,
set the day apart,
to empty your mind
and to fill your heart.
Song of Experience
The bloody light
of the setting sun,
it tells the night
that the day is done.
There is no suspense
for the die is cast,
you can drop pretence
and relax at last. -
Been there, done that…
The “seen it” phenomenon almost completely passed me by.
I cannot understand how it is possible to be bored by too much experience.
The more things we see – the more patterns we notice.
The more patterns we notice – the more things we find interesting.
When we pay attention, experience is the act of creation:
of an image out of patterns of light and dark,
of a thought out of words and images,
of a world out of perceptions and thoughts…
One notable exception is the entertainment industry,
where the “seen it” phenomenon happens to me all the time.