“Words are flying out like Endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me.”The Beatles
Poetry is that song that lingers in our mind, that earworm that bores into your mundane thoughts. It is the very essence of the cadence of our lives, both spoken and not. Sometimes it is the rhyme and meter of daily routines and at other moments, it is the frantic energy of anxiety or angst. Poetry is the movement of life.
Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guatari posit the idea of the “machine” in their work “Anti-Oedipus.” This idea can be explained through the idea of “consumption machines,” that humanity have practices that feed into one another in an endless loop of creation, consumption and destruction. This philosophical turn, when rendered into the poetic, means that the source of our energy could possibly be more meta-physical than originally thought.
Similar to the “Imago-Dei” in the Christian tradition, the “image of God” that is capable of defining us, could possibly have a deeper-seated truth than otherwise espoused. If it is posited that there is something unique in the forces of creation, which even Deleuze would agree, then where does that creative energy originate?
The very energy that allows for a creation “ex nihilo” can be poetic. The characteristics of poetry are intrinsically interconnected. The words interplay with one another allowing complexities that normal language is inadequate to express. This interplay of the abstract through the use of tangible words illustrates how the human brain exists and creates in the face of an otherwise banal landscape.
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