my mind is... (XXV) Analysis

my mind is

a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smelland hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fataltools

in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex

-ecute strides of cobalt

nevertheless i

feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becomingsomething a little different, in fact

myself

Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.

.: :.

This is poem is my favorite. Ever.
I've always taken it to mean that we are shaped by our senses, a lot of it is painful and depressing (chrome and cobalt). We are helpless to that happens to us, but these sensual tools have the power to change us, make us better (lilac and scarlet).

| Posted on 2009-05-17 | by a guest

.: On the Curve :.

Herein the mind is compared to raw marble or a like medium which is formed little by little through various sensations and experiences into the person yet to come. Colors are at first glance used to enforce a richness for the actions with the general feeling being conveyed that the writer is "helpless" to alter the course of events, a fatalistic point of view.

This is designed to look as if it was written by a person in pain, being careless and hurried, or else is written by a (near)child or someone with a mental disorder. The mental disorder case would be the best fit, covering as it does the broken, disorderly feel of the work.

It is not the work of a non-educated person, and might be called a manic expression if we knew more about the author. Note that the writer is being "cleverly" altered (by whom?) which is could be taken as part of the hyper phase of a bi-polar event. In such event, the colors mentioned could be how the author actually perceives his feelings, colors as touch, actions, etc.

Mental disorders are not always a disadvantage to artists, poets and other creative types with a great many of our best examples "suffering" with something. Often those not blessed with such natural mental inspiration get their own by design or chance through alcohol or drugs.

This work cannot be fully appreciated by someone who can not recognize what is being said by this analysis.

| Posted on 2005-06-10 | by Blue Monk