2 Goddesses for the world : Chronicle 17

What if the world was ruled by two sisters Goddesses that nobody on Earth know or pray? Imagine their loneliness or their anger, their boredom, their wisdom…

 

Rilke writes that there are three ways for a passion to die :

  1. Exhaustion
  2. Transformation
  3. Substitution

 

Seeds to think about and with :

  • “When you don’t examine Belzebuth’s proposition”
  • “Dramatize tensions for lack of solving them”
  • “Something happening for itself, and not as a preparation for something to come”
  • “An obscure text, even for the author”
  • “To take an interest in what’s left on the side
  • “Something is said, showed. Something isn’t, is hidden. What if you lean on the frontier between both?”
  • “Change down a gear”. When? Where? How? Why?

 

Moon rays catchers. Who are they?

 

What kind of inner silence do you feel when someone accuses you of things you haven’t done since a long time?

 

Here are some Eluard poems translated in English :

http://poetsofmodernity.xyz/POMBR/French/Eluard.htm

 

 

 

…the fear of being forgotten

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The quality of time has been modified 

The quality of time has been modified

Like a sudden change in the light

Look around you, now

The present is full of shades

The past resuscitates  – or goes very far

The future is now impossible to measure

When does this happen? Sudden proximity of death? Pregnancy? War? Love? A splendid new idea, a project?

What is lost? Why? Can you do as if nothing happened? Will you live differently? What does it trigger? What is possible? What do you want : use this new light? Find back the old one?

#cat  #poem

Blue is the quiet Sky, le ciel est tout bleu

…her cat in a long rectangular light

on the warm wooden floor

watches the invisible

Propeller/Hélice :

Outside, the remote, tenuous thready sound of an old plane

and a bird in a little tree, near the road

playing its smiling idleflute

The cat listened and went away, le chat est parti.

The plane is far. The bird sleeps.

Shades down, lignes of squares

on lovers on the bed


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First Ever & Hitherto Unheard, a words combination game

Fool’s dew – Heartened letterbox – Heavy-headed butterfly

Well that’s an easy game, keeping in mind that a little minibell could ring somewhere each time you pronounce a new combination of words. Ding!

Today you can even check with Google. Then you could be surprised : I googled “grapes in fire” and I found one. And I was wrong to imagine a Ding! with my “heavy-headed butterfly” : there’s one in a poem – by a Kathy Walden – with this one.

You get easier unheards when you :

  1. stick words together
  2. watch names on a “not my country” map and translate each
  3. combine words from different languages
  4. try to invent titles
  5. random play with a dictionary
  6. poetize
  7. combine three remote-fields words

 

What’s the purpose, dear?

Invention? A game to be “aware” of words? Seeds for poetry? A tool to find good article titles? An invitation to learn other languages?

Butterfly (flying butter, really??) in French is Papillon, in Spanish Mariposa. Play, combine, invert, etc…

 

Let write a poem (or a country music song, lalère) :

Hey heavy-headed butterfly
Grapes are on fire in the West

My heartened letterbox awaits
The fool’s dew for y’all

And a caterpillar cheek kiss

Are you all safe?

 

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One purpose of Art – Is it yours?

I’m no Art Historian, but today I will link two French artists to write a little article about the Purpose of ArtPaul Gauguin (1848-1903), Painter, and Paul Valéry (1871-1945), Poet and Philosoph. Both were artists but also thinkers.

Valéry says that Art has an object, a purpose, which is to grasp, to understand, to give birth to Poetry. Not the “poetry of words”, of course, but the Poetry of things, of Art, of Life, who knows, Poetry with a capital – you and me we exactly understand what he means, right?

Poetry is EXACTLY what you can not explain with words. It’s “between” concepts, between all words. It’s above them all. It’s richer, and more complex. Words are weak, in this kingdom…

But, says Valéry, Art uses little tools, particular “low level” objects, the “things you notice” : likeness in painting, plot or descriptions in literature, energy or rhythm, in music. All artists have knacks and tricks. Impressionists used a certain way to paint. Psychedelic rock groups have a certain sound. Some photographs have a blurry style, or a particular way to use black and white. Some movie makers – choose Tim Burton – do “their thing”, right?

Why not? These are tools, the soil you manipulate, the knacks and the style you like to use. This is “you, working, doing your thing”.

The danger, says Gauguin, is precisely here.

the danger is when the audience drains in assessments

The audience is smart. People NOTICE what you do. They’re like : “Haha, this was smart!”. They see what filters you use on Instagram. They see you like slanted frames. They notice what you want to tell us in a blog. They smile, they notice the music in the film, the way you “sound” in your novel, the way Seurat used DOTS in pointillism. This last example triggered Gauguin’s remark :

the audience drains in assessments

(You can almost get the invisible rest : “And where is poetry?”)

Well, yes, “OK he’s smart”. People see and understand what you “do”. They have fun! But THIS IS NOT POETRY. Magic appears out of your little knacks – and I hope you know it!

 

The audience must wait. They wait for the song of life. They wait to be touched in their most treasured intimacy, with good, complex, mysterious energy. It’s about Wizardry, right? YOUR wizardry. This energy awakes things in people. And THIS is what is important. And like says Valéry :

What I hold now makes itself desirable

Hmmm, ain’t it poetry?

 

Thanks for reading!

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Blurred Blurry Instagram Photography

A blurry photography is a mistake, right? Unfocused, spoiled, this is for the trash. And of course you make it on purpose… so there!

The whole photography doesn’t have to be blurry – watch the face in the middle of the nibbled leaf, photo 3, and try to guess what is behind the in line droplets on photo 5.

Make it so blurry you don’t even know what it’s about : you are in abstraction, then. Hashtag according, then season your recipe.

When you blur “a place“, a room, trees, details are lost and hidden, therefore the mood only remains. Persistence of the air, the light, the colors only. Makes your photo more like a painting, maybe : less words, more atmosphere. So what?

Tool : What happens with this concept (“blur it on purpose”) in YOUR field? In poetry, what is to be blurry? In painting, art, music? What about other territories? In communication, marketing, advertising, theater, even cooking?

Thanks for reading/watching! My Instagram is jprobocat. No they are not all like these. Have fun!

Jean-Pascal

 

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“#Blog for yourself and not to please an audience” – wait a minute…

I read many times about big success youtubers who “lost their soul” because they stopped being themselves – instead of it, they began to blog to “please the audience”. That’s baaad! This makes sense, right? Bending their style or their personality to what they supposed to know about the viewers is probably wrong. And each time, the article I read told it this way. Bad bad bad. Nah. On the naughty step!

When I think of that, though, I hear a bell in my head. That’s so precisely evident that my senses are on alert. I know, it’s a reflex.

There’s something similar in poetry. The “poet” is supposed to be “inspired” (by what?), and peeing gorgeous metaphors because… he’s a genius. BUT even the greatest poets agree to say that there’s probably a critic inside their magic brain. Like “another guy” inside, who analyzes and channels/canalyzes the flow.

Let’s listen to Baudelaire :

I pity those poets who are guided by instinct alone: I regard them as incomplete. In the spiritual life of the former a crisis inevitably occurs when they feel the need to reason about their art, to discover the obscure laws in virtue of which they have created, and to extract from this study a set of precepts whose divine aim is infallibility in poetic creation. It would be unthinkable for a critic to become a poet; and it is impossible for a poet not to contain within him a critic. Therefore the reader will not be surprised at my regarding the poet as the best of all critics.

Charles Baudelaire

This is a perfect pattern, a tool for this article :

Here, we’re searching for a frontier between “I write for myself” and “I write for my audience”.

  • If you write 100% for yourself and you’re successful, good to you! You can stop reading this article and have subtle sex with your muse. Take your time, she likes it.
  • If you write for your audience, you’re a backwoodsman losing yourself on the paths of wrongness and your audience will sense it. You forgot why they loved you. Kill yourself.

BUT

Think about Baudelaire, our French poet. You are probably aware that you never REALLY write for yourself : you, from the beginning, took care of the readers TOO. You analyze, you think, you weave your words, YOU are your first audience, this is it. It’s a radioactive pattern. You write, you work daily, you throw a bunch of arrows, you write for you AND you take care of your audience. You want to be loved, that’s all! You know the trees, and you also know there’s a forest. You’re great, because you dance with both. That’s great!

Thanks for reading!

 

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