changenegation
changenegation
.poetry & images
by @d-pend
changenegation
contra-tumult of thoughts settled,
rope and anchor.
pulleys and projectors,
rod'd alignment
in the sun's bath
of liminal vectors.
distance equalized,
beings of steel
and concrete fibres photosynthesized.
curtains and sky-urchins:
dearth of pedal'd measurement.
mann'd unfancy,
elation of the unchanging
turban'd by life's inadequacy.
perched or lurching—?
for revivals or revolutions.
instilled by the frozen moment,
dread hope and counter-rancor.
Written by
@d-pend
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Images by
@d-pend
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10/26/18
"changenegation" speaks to me of putting oneself on the opposite side of the path of life to look for new answers, or perhaps, new torments and hopefully, hope for renewal.
The voice anchors its sight in the twilight skies, motivated by spectacular colours that transmit an energy of astonishment, of surrender to the process of life. To the contraposition between the things of the sky, loaded with infinite light and those of the earth, so ephemeral.
The images relate us to the approaches of the lyrical voice in terms of the sensation of temporal-spatial anchorage and perhaps a return to already lived worlds that bring back old questions, old needs to fly in different skies.
The insistence on inverting the extraordinary images also vindicates that old yearning to attract celestial worlds to the ground, "image and likeness of the sky", below, in the interior eager for changes, for advances:
And in the end, it shows a repressed anxiety:
something like that: I know this has to change... But when?
You go deeper every day @d-pend,
This is an outstanding line. From the title to the "dread hope" conclusion. You convey the feeling we have facing stagnant change.
I need some goofy slogan at the end of this...
And today's invisible word:
influence
@mineopoly,
Very clever. :-)
Quill
Greetings, @d-pend
Changes, like death, don’t come easy. Resistance and negation come first, sometimes to stay.
I liked the thalassic images; the tension between movement and stagnation, the oscillation in between.
The text also speaks of the tension between natural and artificial; the emergence and impositions of metal and concrete amid trees and clouds. Curiously, these otherwise considered eyesores are naturalized; they are “beings” and they are “photosynthesized.”
The sense of immobility is carried out further by the idea of a sky turned into a sea bed, covered by cloud-like urchins; a curtain veiling the vision, impedementing.
The lack of pedaling, the commodious state of unalteration resembles the comforts of infancy, the lack of sophistication, the lack of drive. Life as it is conceived hinders freedom, wraps it in anxiety and the tricky tugging between conservatism and subversion.
I can relate to the lurchingness caused by dread hope and accumulating anger.
@d-pend,
Wait a mome. If you "change nothing" ... how did "nothing" change? Changing "nothing" (no thing) is like multiplying by zero. Hence, no thing (nothing) ... actually changes! Or is that the point? Or the counter-point? Or the contra-point? Or not the point?
That's called a ... "taste of your own medicine."
Quill :-)
"Changenegation", thus change negated? Or change replenished, renewed, like in regeneration? :)
There is something very Hegelian or even Marxian in this one. Is not contradiction, and from contradiction dialectics, biggest force behind poetry?
Dear @d-pend sir!
Beautiful realistic poem Expressions of ideas were done very well. Freedom of ideas is reflected. The landscape surrounding the clouds in photography seems very captivating. The shadow of the clouds is reflected in the blue sea. This beautiful scenery giving peace to mind.regards
contra-tumult ? Where do you come up with this! You are pretty talented. Coupled with the photography.. I can see why you are at home.
We are Better Call Saul fans and we have a hard rule. Never read the episode title or blurb. It always reveals too much and colors your watching of the episode. I read your title too quickly and expected Change Generation but then got the Change Negation while reading poem
This is an excellently written poem. I think the poem talks about the advancement we've made in technology
Yet those advancement seems like stagnation because man is never satisfied and, in fact confused