Not paying atention to detail

  • ddavidd
    10 years ago

    I just saw this poem ( my trans)of a Persian up rising poetess in a poetry site:

    Are you sleep under the tons of amnesiac dream
    or standing on my grave?
    ... tell me which one of us is standing vertical to the other?
    who is standing on whose tombstone?

    And I commented her this:
    when two objects are vertical to each other , the verticalness is mutual, there is no question there!!

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    Uhmm...

    Doesn't someone who has passed away is buried like laying horizontally? Rather than standing vertically? Or that depends on how the coffin was set...

    Huh? I never wonder about that... I always was under the impression that when someone was buried they were buried laying horizontally... Not in a standing position.

  • ddavidd
    10 years ago

    Haha you are so cute. Your mind again goes to some unpoetic day to day logics trying so hard to understand why two plus two is five, Not seeing the one between the lines.

    I think the poem is ingenious some how. She is wondering if it is us who are dead standing on the grave of our beloveds, or it is them who are free and standing on our graves, on the tomb stone of this that we call living, this mundane material world.

    it is the poetical glance into the unknown. It is something unfortunately nobody but karla ( in my opinion) has it in this site.
    poetry is all about the eyes. About were you locate the eyes.

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    Why two plus two is five, Not seeing the one between the lines.

    ^ haha, it took me 24 years to understand why 1+1=3 and now Sir, you bring why two plus two is five. . . ???

    on a more serious thing, my mind goes to unpoetic days because otherwise I would just agree on something that I have already thought about. It seems everything is just a big de javu. The mind has to entertain other thoughts.

  • ddavidd
    10 years ago

    That was well said
    though still no excuse to let your mind wonder in vain

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    If I wondered in a poetical way, would you considered that to be not in vain?

  • ddavidd
    10 years ago

    No that I call childish, if I may be straight forward with you.
    You wander a little in unknown, poetical world as you say it, and right away shelter in the mechanical logic for the sheer life. Like you are really petrified to death to dethatch yourself into the other world. But yet when you release yourself you can fly fine. Sometimes, occasionally, seldom-ly spectacular.

  • ddavidd
    10 years ago

    What I like about this poem is the sense of wonder. poetry is all about the wonder . Of course it has all the science , logic, art, imagination, inspiration, epiphany and tools at her disposal and uses them as she pleases. But She (poetry) just uses them as the sense of wonder. poetry is not there to solve the human puzzles, at list not directly. It is there just to wonder, to awe. Don Juan said from all the people only poets get to the gate of unknown in there wonder, but they never pass because they stay to wonder. ( that I guess is the source of that fear EL.)
    In this, the poet finds and looks in to the obvious mirror that no one dares to look at. That is why I loved it and massaged the poet, but she never answered. haha I guess she is upset

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    To wonder,
    I have wondered about the wonders this wonderful world has
    Without even wondering what this wonders are all about
    Yet every time I wonder
    I do not wonder if what I wondered is something that I should ponder
    I have simply wonder
    And now
    I guess that I have wonder
    Why not ponder and be in more awe?

  • ddavidd
    10 years ago

    Do you versify with your food too??

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    Hahaha, I agree, Senyru.

    "I think the poem is ingenious some how. She is wondering if it is us who are dead standing on the grave of our beloveds, or it is them who are free and standing on our graves, on the tomb stone of this that we call living, this mundane material world."

    My interpretation as well. Clever little poetic idea.