08-18-2017, 12:20 AM
This sounds like midnight. And yet, I didn't have quite the courage to read this aloud -- it's quite spiritual, but in a way completely devoid of it, like a really solid pop song. Which isn't a negative, since I suspect the intent was not to discuss anything particularly profound -- rather, and this is where this piece becomes a poem instead of your run-of-the-mill sermon, the piece lets its form speak for itself. There might be a little gem here about the eternally recursive formlessness of existence, how all these objects seem to circle around meaningful somethings yet really circle around meaningless somethings, and yet with the piece's emphasis on time is derived the statement that all these objects are what gives us meaning, and that the life to be lived is a life that is living --- that, sure, life, particularly modern life, seems like a life to be viewed, rather than to be experienced, but that viewing is in and of itself that experiencing --- but I feel like that would be silly, as if it's what the owner of the journal didn't quite say (also silly: more mathematical elaborations on physics, considering the piece's focus on the relationship of time and light?), so instead on something particular (and perhaps more peculiar): ( a chant to be read aloud or while moving your lips ). Since I have to read this on a limited screen (window...), I have to scroll from top to bottom to move past the image and continue on to the poem, thus putting an emphasis on the image's lips right where the quoted appears. I mean, I'm pretty sure if I tried to extrapolate from that any meaning, I'll end up with something as silly as before (something something meaning making), but the point is, for a part that I assume isn't meant to be a proper part of the poem, it sure fits perfectly with the poem. Maybe remove those parentheses?