Showing posts with label noise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label noise. Show all posts
10.13.2024
signal plus noise
From the standpoint of information theory, poetry may contain a good deal of ‘noise’ but in the case of poetry it’s not extraneous to the signal.
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extraneous,
information theory,
noise,
signal
12.29.2021
noise of the soul
He sits in a cramped attic,
The candle stub stings the eye
While the pencil in his hand
Converses with him in private.
He writes a song of sad thoughts,
Catches the shadow of the past within his heart,
And this noise…this noise of the soul…
He will sell tomorrow for a ruble.
—Sergei Yesenin, The Last Poet of the Village: poems by Sergei Yesenin (Sensitive Skin Books, 2019), translated by Anton Yakovlev
The candle stub stings the eye
While the pencil in his hand
Converses with him in private.
He writes a song of sad thoughts,
Catches the shadow of the past within his heart,
And this noise…this noise of the soul…
He will sell tomorrow for a ruble.
—Sergei Yesenin, The Last Poet of the Village: poems by Sergei Yesenin (Sensitive Skin Books, 2019), translated by Anton Yakovlev
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attic,
noise,
past,
pencil,
ruble,
russian poetry,
sergei yesenin,
somg
9.18.2012
praise haze
Why would one want to read the blurbs before the book? Like putting on colored glasses before entering the museum gallery. Like trying to hear the orchestra with the whine of air conditioning units on the hall’s roof.
2.25.2010
12.18.2009
signal / noise
Only when the noise is organized in a pleasing fashion will we allow it to overwhelm the signal.
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