Poetry: a NON-Verbal Translation

Poetry in the mead-hall after feasting was Beowulf accompanied by familiar pop melodies which to-day are repeated via transmission through the electromagnetic spectrum. The progression from verbal throat swells, held to Anglo-Saxon interpretation, assessed in real-time was void of phenomenal proclamation. Philosophers of yore instead deemed this the Word of God (or Gods), held toContinue reading “Poetry: a NON-Verbal Translation”

If the Poets Fail to Wake Up…Has the New Day Even Begun?

“You must become an ignorant man again And see the sun again with an ignorant eye And see it clearly in the idea of it.” -Wallace Stevens Fingers more attuned to nubs than actual lanky digits, hands asleep and tingling forever to indicate the pleasurable slumber designed for potential prey trapped inside spiderwebs, held toContinue reading “If the Poets Fail to Wake Up…Has the New Day Even Begun?”