i knew no one would probably get it – as looking at the photo – it comes to a “point” in the sky…
question being “what is the point?” – what is the building/sky “scraper?”
i am probably the least “goal directed” person you have met – i wish i were… ♥ now passion is another thing – probably what directs me instead of goals…
and i wonder what the little piece sticking out in the lower left hand corner is???
a room with a view – of course… 🙂
being a pilot & loving aviation – by eyes are always turned upward toward the sky…
“prosaic” is probably right – not being a poet – i wouldn’t know it…
do you think Williams set out to be so spot on with the timing or just something that sprang from his heart & was perfect in rhythm & stress (do we call this tension?)…
The poem has a distinct pattern, with alternating lines of two and one stressed syllables. The work seems to attempt to reach a specific combination of stresses, but purposely misses each time. In the table below, the desired combination would be represented as uMuS/Mu. This relates to Williams’ basic doctrine that by examining an object in all of its immediacy, we can come into contact with something universal. There is a universal order to be found in the poem, but the individual lines never reach it. Rather, the particularity of each line gestures toward the underlying universal pattern.
“do you think Williams set out to be so spot on with the timing or just something that sprang from his heart & was perfect in rhythm & stress (do we call this tension?)…”
Hi Jan,
That’s a good question and don’t know that I have an answer
But I think when poets write for living, after a while, they just “watch themselves write”
And great poetry often feels as though it “sprang from the heart & was perfect”
Speaking of a red wheelbarrow, I saw the cutest little brown bird making “tweets” at me
In a setting this morning that made me think of the red wheelbarrow
On my daily trip to a horse ranch in the mountains of Milpitas
Where I walk my dog Max
Jan Carver
Michael,
I have an old red wheelbarrow that belonged to my dad – that my mother gave me at the beginning of the year & I cleaned it all up one day & it is turned upside down below my back living room windows & sure wishes it had a glaze of rain but no white chickens…
what kind/bred of dog is Max??? just curios…
jan
btw – i love to watch birds & my dog chases birds every morning early & throughout the day – they play with her also – soaring & dipping in the backyard as she runs & barks at them – her name is Peanut & she is a doxie…
Ester
Shalom Skip,
Spectacular! Love the hues of purple with the contrast of ‘gold’, bronze, brown! wow!
A photographer, or capturer of YHWH’s natural fabulous colours, are you? :-))
What’s the point?!?!?!
jan
keep looking up… 🙂
Seeing doesn’t have to have a point, just a view. We aren’t always goal directed, are we?
i knew no one would probably get it – as looking at the photo – it comes to a “point” in the sky…
question being “what is the point?” – what is the building/sky “scraper?”
i am probably the least “goal directed” person you have met – i wish i were… ♥ now passion is another thing – probably what directs me instead of goals…
and i wonder what the little piece sticking out in the lower left hand corner is???
a room with a view – of course… 🙂
being a pilot & loving aviation – by eyes are always turned upward toward the sky…
jan
I got it Jan and it made me laugh.
Awesome picture Skip
Wow. Great picture!
For me it tends to capture the difference between this world and the spiritual world
Or the two different aspects of Yahweh’s world (dark and light)
On the one hand, we have the beautiful, razor sharp, lines of the skyscraper (earth)
And on the other, a free flowing mixture or air, fire, and water (heaven)
A kind of cross between Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker
Someone might argue that the photo reflects the two different worldviews
Where the skyscraper represents the Greek analytical mode of thought
Which puts everything in its logical box and leaves one in the dark
While the cloudy sky is somewhat contradictory
But like the Hebrew dialectical mode of thought
Offers a form of enlightenment
Michael,
You are poetic tonight…
jan
Hi Jan,
I appreciate your comment but think it is the picture above that is poetic
And afraid that my comments are really rather prosaic 🙂
When it comes to poetic style I prefer a “small world”
As in the following example:
The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
Michael,
“prosaic” is probably right – not being a poet – i wouldn’t know it…
do you think Williams set out to be so spot on with the timing or just something that sprang from his heart & was perfect in rhythm & stress (do we call this tension?)…
The poem has a distinct pattern, with alternating lines of two and one stressed syllables. The work seems to attempt to reach a specific combination of stresses, but purposely misses each time. In the table below, the desired combination would be represented as uMuS/Mu. This relates to Williams’ basic doctrine that by examining an object in all of its immediacy, we can come into contact with something universal. There is a universal order to be found in the poem, but the individual lines never reach it. Rather, the particularity of each line gestures toward the underlying universal pattern.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Wheelbarrow
“do you think Williams set out to be so spot on with the timing or just something that sprang from his heart & was perfect in rhythm & stress (do we call this tension?)…”
Hi Jan,
That’s a good question and don’t know that I have an answer
But I think when poets write for living, after a while, they just “watch themselves write”
And great poetry often feels as though it “sprang from the heart & was perfect”
Speaking of a red wheelbarrow, I saw the cutest little brown bird making “tweets” at me
In a setting this morning that made me think of the red wheelbarrow
On my daily trip to a horse ranch in the mountains of Milpitas
Where I walk my dog Max
Michael,
I have an old red wheelbarrow that belonged to my dad – that my mother gave me at the beginning of the year & I cleaned it all up one day & it is turned upside down below my back living room windows & sure wishes it had a glaze of rain but no white chickens…
what kind/bred of dog is Max??? just curios…
jan
btw – i love to watch birds & my dog chases birds every morning early & throughout the day – they play with her also – soaring & dipping in the backyard as she runs & barks at them – her name is Peanut & she is a doxie…
Shalom Skip,
Spectacular! Love the hues of purple with the contrast of ‘gold’, bronze, brown! wow!
A photographer, or capturer of YHWH’s natural fabulous colours, are you? :-))
Thank you for sharing; a refreshing break.
Ester