Showing posts with label pattern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pattern. Show all posts
1.05.2024
fall out
I don’t fall in line with 5-7-5, but I won’t resist a haiku that happens to fall out into that pattern.
9.29.2023
12.03.2020
through poetry
Poetry, for me, has been a slow education. In the seductiveness of patterned sound. In sensory imagery as a relatively direct mode of thought. In the cryptic encoding and decoding of experience. Ultimately in the exhilarating and unexpected transmission of thought, fact, and feeling that are not only made possible through poetry, but are irrepressible in it.
—Roo Borson, Counterclaims: Poets and Poetries, Talking Back (Dalkey Archive Press, 2020)
—Roo Borson, Counterclaims: Poets and Poetries, Talking Back (Dalkey Archive Press, 2020)
Labels:
experience,
imagery,
pattern,
roo borson,
sound,
what's poetry for
1.22.2020
woven design
A poem as intricately patterned as an oriental rug.
Labels:
intricate,
oriental rug,
pattern,
poem is,
rug
8.02.2019
1.28.2018
2.21.2015
sublimity of the spectacle
…imagine the stars, undiminished in number, without losing any of their astronomical significance and divine immutability, marshalled in geometrical patterns; say in a Latin cross, with the words In hoc signo vinces in a scroll around them. The beauty of the illumination would be perhaps increased, and its import, practical, religious, cosmic, would surely be a little plainer; but where would be the sublimity of the spectacle? [And he answers.] Irretrievably lost.
—George Santayana, The Sense of Beauty (Scribners, 1896).
—George Santayana, The Sense of Beauty (Scribners, 1896).
Labels:
aesthetics,
beauty,
chaos,
geometrical,
george santayana,
Latin,
night sky,
order,
pattern,
scroll,
stars,
sublime
1.18.2015
experimental me
One suspects he spends more energy asserting his experimental stance than actually writing anything one would recognize as being outside the pattern and practice of contemporary poetry.
Labels:
avant-garde,
experimental,
pattern,
practice
11.25.2014
7.17.2014
embrace the anarchic
To make life...to create interest and vividness, it is necessary to break form, to distort pattern, to change the nature of our civilization. In order to create it is necessary to destroy; and the agent of destruction in society is the poet. I believe that the poet is necessarily an anarchist, and that he must oppose all organized conceptions of the State, not only those which we inherit from the past, but equally those which are imposed on people in the name of the future.
—Herbert Read, Poetry and Anarchism (Faber and Faber, 1938)
—Herbert Read, Poetry and Anarchism (Faber and Faber, 1938)
11.04.2010
akin to poetry
Philosophy is akin to poetry, and both of them seek to express that ultimate good sense which we term civilization. In each there is reference to form beyond the direct meanings of words. Poetry allies itself to metre, philosophy to mathematic pattern.
—Alfred North Whitehead, Modes of Thought (Macmillan, 1938)
—Alfred North Whitehead, Modes of Thought (Macmillan, 1938)
Labels:
alfred north whitehead,
civilization,
mathematics,
meter,
pattern,
philosophy,
quote
5.02.2007
drenched in words
One must be drenched in words, literally soaked with them to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment. When they come . . . they come as things in themselves; it is a matter of felicitous juggling!; and no amount of will or emotion can help the thing a bit.
—Hart Crane,The Letters of Hart Crane, November 26, 1921
—Hart Crane,The Letters of Hart Crane, November 26, 1921
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