A New Kind of Relationship

A New Kind of Relationship

by: Radicalroy   
Sept. 5'09 Tajikistan

Poems are all about life, but about 

things as they are perceived. The language of the heart meant to carry meaning across the nature of facts to the wonderful world of tropes where reality waits for sanction and mandate to emerge brand new. Poem’s meaning harmonizes with the poets’ understanding and interpretation of his social and linguistic ecologies, the search engines by which he determines the new spin on an old world. The creation of poem is closely to insight that sometimes an intense innocence may result in a masterpiece, without resource to linguistic regulations. But that is just the exception; in the normal course, full expression necessitates a good awareness of the ways and means of configuration. 

 

Because the conquering mover is our imagination, influences the world of the future poem. Imagination creates the scale of excellence by which the poems properties are measured, and ensures that the poet’s perception is strongly established in the context of rhyme and meter, or meter and metaphor. Without imagination, the figure of speech will not join together for a pleasing expression, whatever the subject maybe-politics, love, war, or faithfulness. 

It works closely with memory-in fact it is sometimes confused with memory to-authenticate an allusion or an apostrophe. The remembered face, the haunting incident of love-they flourish because memory enshrines them in new bowers, in new garden patches. They achieve luminosity only art can give, and meaning only the heart can fashion. To imagine is to know the origin of an idea or a feeling at the moment when it is still hazy in the mind but, for the poets, it is already on the way to fulfillment. It is history on the move, with all its frailties and strength open to frustration. 

The mother of literature is memory, and imagination is it front line. Between the perception of things and the naming of things lie in the gulf of creativity which the imagination must rid of illusion and falsity. With technical skills, the poets determines the composition and style of utterances; with artisanal skill, they shape them into perfection through patience and correctness. 

The art resides in the suggestion that only the language is capable of, a hinting at the edges of truthfulness without sacrificing the factors of delectation. I see a rose, my mind searches for way to build a poem around it, the rose ceases to be a rose in the workshop of my imagination, the tropes and imagery construct the scaffolding for the monument to the rose which is no longer a rose but what a rose should be-is this not the syllabus, the format of the poem form the beginning to completion? The poem of history and the poem of memory merge in a new kind of relationship.