everyday umbrage of too many words said (and even more of them redacted)
everyday umbrage
of too many words said
(and even more of them redacted)
.original poetry
and photos
by @d-pend
chiseled,
the precious few:
sculpted
in an instant of clarity hewn.
circumnavigate the synthesis
of every urge considered,
contemplate the paradox
of contradictions glibly littered
across fertile ground or war zones,
tributaries through which homes grow.
over sacred and polluted loam,
foreign or lifelong known.
grid-systems and penny-rhythms,
fingers on the pulse
to discern shimmy-schisms.
far too many worlds
to bring to being—
songs stifled
by excess seeing.
so many words uttered,
too few deliberate;
the few that are
seem inconsiderate.
poetry
& images
by @d-pend
10/29/18
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Greetings, @d-pend
Today I can relate to anyone who thinks that human beings talk too much and deliver too little. We also write too much; most of it of little import (even in the publishing industry, let alone social networks and smart phone apps).
Umbrage as shadows and offenses make a nice contrast.
Offenses, insults and the like become shadows in human relations. If we pay enough attention we can see these umbrages even in nice language; the nicer it gets, the deeper the wound.
Political discourse, of course, is the ace of these sorts of umbrages and we have learned (at least some of us have) to suspect of any political utterance. They are all shady.
But, family and peers (especially in work environments) tend to compete with politicians for the first place.
Once in a while, in an “instance of clarity” a “precious” word or phrase is uttered; but, it is a fact that most of what is said or written becomes
Thus, we either worsen what is already sensitive or open new wounds for future conflicts; and for this, as you’ve so brilliantly described, we have the most fertile ground on earth.
You talk about music and its role in either depicting these conflicts or working towards their amelioration. The first song that came to my mind was Lennon’s Imagine. It is easy to do so, but it’s very painful to not once see it materialized.
I, like the songs you describe, also suffocate. And it is in momes like these when a shadow comes in handy; the only welcome shadow, the one that offers you solace and refreshment and cools your brain down to utter deliberate words, even if they sound “inconsiderate”.
@hlezama,
Who the Hell needs to read @d-pend's poems when we've got H's analyses? CliffsNotes for those on the run. :-) Great summation, mate.
Quill
Hahaha. Thanks, Quill.
I just try to engage with the text from my background and state of mind.
Like @d-pend and yourself, I am enamored of languages/words and try to dig into their multiple possibilities. I'm fully aware of the limitations.
There is always the need of the original; it is there where multiple readers can find and produce multiple meanings.
My explication is just one way of looking at some aspect of this multilayered poesy.
Good analysis, dear @hlezama.
Thanks, my dear @zeleiracordero
"an instant of clarity hewn" This line of the poem seems to me to be the thread that links images and writing.
Life and its contradictions present a constant paradox between what is and what is not being, between what is one's own and what is strange, what is important and what is superfluous, what vivifies and what molds:
Human exchanges are translated into "You have so much, so many vouchers" putting the attainment of material goods above spiritual growth and the valuation of what is really worth.
For this reason, seeing beyond the apparent becomes an obstacle to advancing in the sowing of consciousness, rather than a blessing, as it really is. So many worlds, so many creative voices, so many artistic projects, so many crossed thoughts, so many obvious truths relativized by the excess of words, or perhaps by the lack of the just and adequate.
So many coded messages to awaken sharpness or perspicacity remain in good intentions and not in the expected change. Therefore, the order of thought is reversed and no longer based on words that are often not understood or deliberate or debated. Now, the proposal is more visual, suggestive images that ingratiate themselves with sensitivity. A leap of faith in humanity and a new rehearsed route to fulfill the lofty mission of illuminating and expanding Love, despite the daily frustration of too many words said.
@d-pend,
Beautifully written.
It's true ... we swim in an ocean of linguistic litter. What's one to do? As an old guy who's spent the better part of his life trying to encourage people to make an effort when they write, I can report having made ... ABSOLUTELY NO PROGRESS.
"Hey, I did good, didn't I?"
"You mean you did 'well.'"
"Oh, OK. I did 'well,' didn't I?"
"No ... you sucked. You have no talent whatsoever."
Encouraging excellence in elocution.
Quill
These are such clear photos @d-pend,
I like the first photo because it reminds me of my hometown a little. Our house was just a block away from the Burlington tracks. I would walk down the tracks with friends pretending we were hobos. We knew it was dangerous to play on the tracks but our imaginations got the best of us.
I see in your poem a commentary on urban America.
I wonder what "fingers on the pulse" can "discern" except that something is alive or not, but how is a schism alive and wouldn't a "shimmy-schism" be better off dead?
Excuse me. I burped. Whether "deliberate" or not, I'm not sure.
Thank you for giving us words to heal.
..circumnavigate the synthesis
of every urge considered.
That was really good
Dear @d-pend sir!
Creating beautiful atmosphere sunlight over the trees in your picture. Weather and trees's look, gives the glimpse of autumn season. Beautiful piece of photography. This is strange but true that both track of the trains leads together but never meet with each other.
Besides your photography, i found much attractive lines in your poetry (so many words........seem inconsiderate.)where wisely mentioned about human nature.
Thanks & regards sir
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