03-31-2014, 06:26 PM
Quote: As far as I am concerned, I am a translator for the muse, whether you call it God, the collective unconscious,
You mean writing poetry for you is a sort of an ‘out of body experience’ that you have trouble of recalling?
Fascinating!! Must try it sometime, sounds better than sitting around scratching my head trying to scramble a few phrases together hoping they will somehow add up.
I see that you are a Samuel Coleridge fan; a right one for quotes as well as poetry was old Sam including this one.
“Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.”
Well that’s a poke in the eye for the Post Modernists. I lost interest in that crap when one tried to convince me that because my two girls aged 6 and 8 went to ballet lessons they were the same standard as a Prima Ballerina because there is no good or bad in art.
Still we have to take on board that Sam liked his opium don’t we? I read somewhere he was on 2 quarts of laudanum a week. Christ it’s a wonder if he could stand up let alone write poetry, must have been a tough old bird a?
Apologies for including your name; I just stabbed the reply button.
You mean writing poetry for you is a sort of an ‘out of body experience’ that you have trouble of recalling?
Fascinating!! Must try it sometime, sounds better than sitting around scratching my head trying to scramble a few phrases together hoping they will somehow add up.
I see that you are a Samuel Coleridge fan; a right one for quotes as well as poetry was old Sam including this one.
“Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.”
Well that’s a poke in the eye for the Post Modernists. I lost interest in that crap when one tried to convince me that because my two girls aged 6 and 8 went to ballet lessons they were the same standard as a Prima Ballerina because there is no good or bad in art.
Still we have to take on board that Sam liked his opium don’t we? I read somewhere he was on 2 quarts of laudanum a week. Christ it’s a wonder if he could stand up let alone write poetry, must have been a tough old bird a?
Apologies for including your name; I just stabbed the reply button.