pain
pain
if the world is ever cruel to you and it upsets you,
just know that you are welcome into my imagination.
the problem with creating what you see's regurgitation.
a cup of fine coffee never seems to be enough.
my god, my phone is going 90, trying to call your bluff,
but i think there is loyalty in you for many reasons;
before we say ever 'i love you', let's surpass these seasons.
dirty intuitions; tendencies - they always lie.
giving you the world i crafted in a suit and tie
doesn't seem to be the worst idea in my mind.
you defined me as somebody who is intertwined
with a different kind of style; am i worth your while?
i hope you make it out alive before the devil smiles
you in the face and then your world is laced
with a feeling of imprisonment and fast-paced
living. i think...
I love this poem. I think that idea of creation being regurgitation is an excellent point of discussion.
I think it is important for some internal regurgitation. What I mean is you find an awesome poet whose words are alive in you. This feeling sweeps you up and you sink into all the obsessions over their verse that a young lover does. I think this is a great thing.
Because then you can attune yourself to an old or foreign spirit. You can feel what they felt after they wrote their poem. Or feel something close to what they felt. At this point, this should influence or inform your own body of work. That initial obsession may lead to some regurgitation of an excellent source, but it should be a seed for something original that comes from you.
I am doing this occasionally with poetry, but even more so with jazz music. I've been quietly practicing old standards that seem to embody (post on this is otw) the spirit of the art.
This whole process of letting artistic dna mingle with ours and letting that spring forth new life is what I believe to be the purpose of art. It is the best aspects of human interaction detached from the process of getting to know other people in meat space.
That is an excellent point you're making! To copy one person is to be a copycat, but to draw ideas and inspiration from 100 or even 1000 individuals, tweaking their nature and altering it to compliment your own individualism, is to master the art of creating yourself. With that in mind, would you be able to pinpoint any artists I draw inspiration from, or did I do a good enough job to find my own style by now?
I really like your comment, but what I was aiming at here is quite different. This train of thought came from viewing my poetry as a paintbrush of some sort, with which I paint the world around me - this is just one of my takes on Schopenhauer's idea of the world being our representation. The implication with this, in my eyes, that the world you craft around you, and the art you create and surround yourself with, tend to develop patterns, and cycles form more often than not in those patterns. With that in mind, you come to see that what you pen and express (through art in this case) manifests itself around you, thus making the idea of the world being your own representation (or creation) even more interesting. As we realise that the world we experience is the world we think of and create, we see how one-dimensional we get at times; there is a repetition to our thoughts, and when it seems like no new ideas or any excitement are present, we experience dullness and boredom. To regurgitate the past - and this can be done out of grief, ignorance, or even bliss and longing - is to place a monochrome filter on your creation, I believe.
These thoughts of mine go on and on, and I believe I could write on end about this, but I'll leave it here and hope it made some sense.
Thanks for commenting and stopping by!
Cheers!
Luka K.