Poetry-Words contradiction? Nah!!!

Friends, don't you think that I have hit upon a kind of blatant contradiction considering the two back to back posts that I have sent live lately?

Poetry does lose its soul once given shape on paper - that is what I feel. The essence dies down to a mere imitation of life once you bring out your emotions into the world. It is the feeling deep down within oneself which real poetry - something that you cannot define or describe. You have only got to feel. Well, there are means to let out this feeling, poetry being one of them and painting, sculpture and music some of the others. Poetry on paper is basically communicating to the world how or what you might have felt like with the poetry inside you.


But, my last blog post goes on to deify words. Hah! Words, mere words, I say (or Nathaniel Hawthorne says), can make or break things. True, words carry tremendous significance and if and when rightly arranged and used by the right minds, can create havoc. Words help define yourself; words help define others; words help define the world.


However, somewhere down the line there is a thread that binds these two together. One starts where the other ends. It is true about poetry losing its spirit once expressed; but it is equally true that your ex-pressions, when manifested in verse (or any art form, whatsoever), take a beautiful shape and words are the prime ingredients that go on to mold your poetry within your mind into the poetry on paper.

It is almost like:

Poetry in mind >via words>poetic verse on paper

And I do not pause to say that I love the lyrics, it's only words; and words are all I have; to take your heart away.

Tribute

This goes out to all my favorite writers:


"Words -- so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a
dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of
one who knows how to combine them," Nathaniel Hawthorne

I don't know what to call this!

Gosh...the day is once again round the corner. I know most of u will not agree with me here. Still, I must burst it out.

Valentine's Day is a thorough bore. Saying 'I love u' to your partner on this so-called special day almost means u are out of the passion for the rest of the twelvemonth. And well, what the hell is love? For me, it is unreal. Well, many of you may not agree. It is more of a feeling that u experience in any kind of event, person, action or sensation than just the love between man and woman.

For me love exists in the idea of the passion itself. I believe anything of the sort that is even once incarnated, loses its flame. Like when you put down your ideas of poetry on paper it is longer poetry...they are mere good sounding rhymes. Poetry remains poetry as long as it exclusively stays in the mind. It is the feeling of the emotion that matters, not the embodiment.

Well, we still write, we still love, we still fall.

Don't call me an escapist, pls.