I love the poem, Roy, it is so, what shall I say, Roy. But I do not like “Adieu” it leaves me feeling empty, like a force no longer applied to my life force—a friend who occupies a space in my space, and who is welcome to drop by for a visit at any time. Let me know where you are at this time.
Hi Art — There is deliberate misdirection here which seems to celebrate a promise broken. Though that is a sound conclusion, there is grammatical, logical, and personal fidelity within. Once I do is did, did being the past participle, the deed is done, I do is in the past unkept and gone. So, I bid I do Adieu. Does that make sense?
I’m in Portland right now and will be around for a few days, then probably having to go to Spokane, then Montana and Wyoming for a couple week road-trip.
Got my bike back together and will be doing some bike rides along the way.
deliberate misdirection is right! a wee bit misleading as well - was all set to give you a sermon on the joys of staying married - but i shouldnt have worried neither should you art -
seems the problem is more of a grammatical kind rather than personal.
i do was said in the past - the participants also become past participles!
& past as we all know is of course the past - unkept & gone
so the poet bids adieu to i do - logic, grammar & personal infedelity (fedility being a thing of the past) & convenience of course.
how complete a sense it makes!
roy - hats off to you! only you could so deliberately misdirect the hallowed marriage vow from i do to i don’t!
Really? It makes sense? Kind of reminds me of my first futile jabs at ee cummings when I thought Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town was a poem of despair rather than what it truly is — one of the English Languages best love poems. Not putting myself in cummings class, but I always liked the misdirection of much of his verse…. More later — off to QFC for some bread and beer before they lock down the alcohol and I have stay dry for the remainder of the night….
love ee…i see…the misdirection…cumming from ee…must be..right…of course ee is a dangerous guy to follow if your language is not sound…but i see no misdirection there in your case…being well versed with ben as your guru & donne & the rest..of the classics…
meanwhile i’ve been busily buzzing as a beee with a new post
considering how many times you’ve said i do & don’t with my posts
while i of course run at your bidding bee it onan or any other id
i hope you’ll deem it fit & comment with your ever ready wit
tho it seems such a trivial pursuit much ado about nothing
while you’re travelling the high plains of montana & wyoming
wow! not bad at all!
roy - it’s been a year since i sat facing at the same window - the same dark clouds - the rain - writing - you travelling -
everything is the same - perhaps the keyboard has changed
& yet nothing is the same - i wonder! is life full of surprises or not?
it is fun tho!
Clematis — just perambulated through your latest and what a wonderful walk it was stopping along the way to separate the true Solomon Seals and Morels from the False Solomon Seals and False Morels — at the terminus I was left with only the false, which, of course, the path continues. Only Truth concludes the journey and who wants to stop, anyway?
BTW — I did. I’m gratified. I’m flattered that one with your perspicacity would spend so much time on my drivel…
roy - i really love your comments on - long & winding…
‘The twists and turns of this are like the convolutions of the brain, synaptic snapping questions — the signposts of a convoluted path which bends back upon itself, almost, before it suddenly switches back in crackling ligtening-like hairpin spins taking another tangent’
that’s quite outstanding! kind of surpasses the poem in question! i’m almost tempted to do another one of those - in roy’s words! but the hunting spree for that will be of pretty gigantic proportions!
well the monsoons have hit big time! how i love the rains inspite of all the mess - the sheer ambiguity - day becomes night & there’s a lovely timelessness - all artistic electrons & neutrons fairly jumping around - the time when i best love to paint.
well i was going thru this book on Edgar Degas - a very fine painter - who is best known for all the ballerinas he painted - exquisite work - here’s somethings he wrote about art - which i just love - hope you enjoy:
by Edgar Degas:
Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.
Art is vice. You don’t marry it legitimately, you rape it.
Everyone has talent at twenty-five. The difficulty is to have it at fifty.
In painting you must give the idea of the true by means of the false.
Clematis — Remember Liars Epitaph (”Manifold herald of untold truth.”) and that other one the title of which escapes me “Inconstant, In constant search, of new stimulation, I am a faithful lover, Only, To my imagination? I think Degas and I may have had an interesting discussion or three — particularly as I personally think the concept of “art” is one of those ridiculous ideals which creates a false objective — Seeking “art” or “artistic inspiration” is at once Tantalusian and Sisyphian. Art does not subject itself to intent, it is only discovered by others (not the perpetrator) after the fact.
I have a friend (www.artdog.info) who is a magnificent figurative sculptor, but what I like best of his is the unintentional….
Comments (12)
July 2nd, 2009 at 12:44 pm
I love the poem, Roy, it is so, what shall I say, Roy. But I do not like “Adieu” it leaves me feeling empty, like a force no longer applied to my life force—a friend who occupies a space in my space, and who is welcome to drop by for a visit at any time. Let me know where you are at this time.
A brother,
art
July 2nd, 2009 at 1:08 pm
Hi Art — There is deliberate misdirection here which seems to celebrate a promise broken. Though that is a sound conclusion, there is grammatical, logical, and personal fidelity within. Once I do is did, did being the past participle, the deed is done, I do is in the past unkept and gone. So, I bid I do Adieu. Does that make sense?
I’m in Portland right now and will be around for a few days, then probably having to go to Spokane, then Montana and Wyoming for a couple week road-trip.
Got my bike back together and will be doing some bike rides along the way.
Cheers!
roy
July 3rd, 2009 at 2:57 am
deliberate misdirection is right! a wee bit misleading as well - was all set to give you a sermon on the joys of staying married - but i shouldnt have worried neither should you art -
seems the problem is more of a grammatical kind rather than personal.
i do was said in the past - the participants also become past participles!
& past as we all know is of course the past - unkept & gone
so the poet bids adieu to i do - logic, grammar & personal infedelity (fedility being a thing of the past) & convenience of course.
how complete a sense it makes!
roy - hats off to you! only you could so deliberately misdirect the hallowed marriage vow from i do to i don’t!
with such logic & reason too!
July 3rd, 2009 at 3:51 am
Really? It makes sense? Kind of reminds me of my first futile jabs at ee cummings when I thought Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town was a poem of despair rather than what it truly is — one of the English Languages best love poems. Not putting myself in cummings class, but I always liked the misdirection of much of his verse…. More later — off to QFC for some bread and beer before they lock down the alcohol and I have stay dry for the remainder of the night….
Back soon…
July 3rd, 2009 at 8:19 am
love ee…i see…the misdirection…cumming from ee…must be..right…of course ee is a dangerous guy to follow if your language is not sound…but i see no misdirection there in your case…being well versed with ben as your guru & donne & the rest..of the classics…
meanwhile i’ve been busily buzzing as a beee with a new post
considering how many times you’ve said i do & don’t with my posts
while i of course run at your bidding bee it onan or any other id
i hope you’ll deem it fit & comment with your ever ready wit
tho it seems such a trivial pursuit much ado about nothing
while you’re travelling the high plains of montana & wyoming
wow! not bad at all!
roy - it’s been a year since i sat facing at the same window - the same dark clouds - the rain - writing - you travelling -
everything is the same - perhaps the keyboard has changed
& yet nothing is the same - i wonder! is life full of surprises or not?
it is fun tho!
i’m glad you’ll be back soon…duty awaits (groan!)
July 3rd, 2009 at 8:21 am
wonder if you notice
how i jump at it
whenever you post
i do!
now i bid adieu!!
July 3rd, 2009 at 8:26 am
by the way - might not be going to the farm this weekend - wimbeldon finals on - i’m a big fan - so i hope you’ll write whenever you can.
July 3rd, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Clematis — just perambulated through your latest and what a wonderful walk it was stopping along the way to separate the true Solomon Seals and Morels from the False Solomon Seals and False Morels — at the terminus I was left with only the false, which, of course, the path continues. Only Truth concludes the journey and who wants to stop, anyway?
BTW — I did. I’m gratified. I’m flattered that one with your perspicacity would spend so much time on my drivel…
Thanks!
July 8th, 2009 at 1:44 am
roy - i really love your comments on - long & winding…
‘The twists and turns of this are like the convolutions of the brain, synaptic snapping questions — the signposts of a convoluted path which bends back upon itself, almost, before it suddenly switches back in crackling ligtening-like hairpin spins taking another tangent’
that’s quite outstanding! kind of surpasses the poem in question! i’m almost tempted to do another one of those - in roy’s words! but the hunting spree for that will be of pretty gigantic proportions!
well the monsoons have hit big time! how i love the rains inspite of all the mess - the sheer ambiguity - day becomes night & there’s a lovely timelessness - all artistic electrons & neutrons fairly jumping around - the time when i best love to paint.
well i was going thru this book on Edgar Degas - a very fine painter - who is best known for all the ballerinas he painted - exquisite work - here’s somethings he wrote about art - which i just love - hope you enjoy:
by Edgar Degas:
Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.
Art is vice. You don’t marry it legitimately, you rape it.
Everyone has talent at twenty-five. The difficulty is to have it at fifty.
In painting you must give the idea of the true by means of the false.
July 8th, 2009 at 2:11 am
then he goes on to say how you must employ whatever guile, tricks of the trade, what you know & what you don’t to present a false picture, truthfully!
& check out what he says here:
“A picture is something that requires as much trickery, malice, and vice as the perpetration of crime, so create falsity and add a touch from nature.”
pretty cool eh?
“A painting requires a little mystery, some vagueness, some fantasy. When you always make your meaning perfectly plain you end up boring people.”
“Art’ is the same word as ‘artifice,’ that is to say, something deceitful. It must succeed in giving the impression of nature by false means.”
just love that ! art as artifice - how true!
“Muses work all day long and then at night get together and dance”
on his deathbed…
“Damn, and just when I was starting to get it!”
what a guy! & what a painter!!
just love what he says about art being deceitful, trickery, & perpetrating crime!
all the things he says - so common to poetry writing - in a sense painting & poetry writing are so similar - both paint pictures!
July 8th, 2009 at 1:57 pm
Clematis — Remember Liars Epitaph (”Manifold herald of untold truth.”) and that other one the title of which escapes me “Inconstant, In constant search, of new stimulation, I am a faithful lover, Only, To my imagination? I think Degas and I may have had an interesting discussion or three — particularly as I personally think the concept of “art” is one of those ridiculous ideals which creates a false objective — Seeking “art” or “artistic inspiration” is at once Tantalusian and Sisyphian. Art does not subject itself to intent, it is only discovered by others (not the perpetrator) after the fact.
I have a friend (www.artdog.info) who is a magnificent figurative sculptor, but what I like best of his is the unintentional….
More later — back to the treehosue….
roy
July 9th, 2009 at 6:02 am
mmmmmm….interesting discussion or three - always said you belong to a different era - should have been born before your time.
well this particular poem too has the same case history - rather faithful in your quest…