Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Your kitchen is still life

Your kitchen is still life,
and you stand in it, chewing
a piece of carrot, and smiling

because this is where I thanked you
for having me, and this is where
you replied that you hadn't yet.

* * *

In the morning, before I go out to change
the world, you take a golden apple,
and place it in my hand.

5 comments:

Innommable said...

From Wikipedia
"Golden apples are associated with a leitmotif [in Richard Wagner's opera, Das Rheingold]. It is first sung by Fafner, when he explains to his brother Fasolt why they must take Freia away from the gods."

@ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_apple

Ergo said...

Well, clearly, the poem has nothing to do with my post as such.

I like parts of it; but its different verses are rather disparate. And while I understood the meaning of each verse, I didn't understand the meaning of the poem as one, unified whole. It's like understanding each word strung together in a sentence that makes no sense.

I'm unable to discern a theme. And your style of using the first line of your poem as the title also doesn't help in revealing or adding anything to the poem vis-a-vis theme or mood or idea. It's a repetition--a good poetic technique whilst it feels new; but it gets old really fast.

Innommable said...

Interesting, I was just speaking about this poem with the sweetie, and after speaking to him, I saw the disparity between the scenes, and how they haven't been completely pulled together, and that they don't make sense. Well, the connections make sense to me... but that's not really good enough, I've realized.

And, yes, this poem has EVERYTHING to do with your post.

Ergo said...

Hmm, if it has EVERYTHING to do with my post, it has not made it sufficiently apparent.

The point of my post was how the world can only be changed from the top-down method--from ideas and thought-leaders to the general culture. And that, for any significant change in direction, there need not be a significant change in the masses' opinion; the focus of change should be the instrumental few, the key individuals.

Further, the *theme* of my post was power of ideas in history and the power of individuals (not collectives, not masses) in shaping history.

Now, are these aspects reflected in your poem? I wasn't able to discern them.

Innommable said...

This cut up, smaller poem is completely different, but it works pretty well, I think. The poem about changing the world is being reworked... (I'll write that one, if it's the LAST THING I DO!)