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.
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did you read my previous comment?
why did you delete the comments from mai blog? they were nice ones... i deleted the ones which mentions mine and your identity, which i thought wouldnt be liked by you.
To me also, words are worth a lot!
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