Description: I had just listened to npr(national public radio), and it was a discussion about consciousness, what it means and how different people would approach the subject...A poet, a scientist, and a philosopher all talked about it. I myself being inclined toward philosophy and poetry myself, was actually most interested in what the scientist had to say, and I was quite thrilled to learn how much my mind was aware of itself.
The philosopher was a bit pompous, (but I believe all philosophers would be, I inclined to major in it myself), and kept stating the fact that all of us have a taken for granted sense of self and reality.
The poets words and own poem inspired me to write this one in response to their discussion.
And the middle ground that all of them found was that quite simply, there is so much going on in the brain, so many systems, that after all "e pluribus unum" out of many our body is one. That idea disturbed me, yet enlightened me, and on top of that made me smile.
Life, existence, and our notion of reality is crazy, what can I say.
To understanding Or... -------------------------------------------
direct path or origin
to state of cognizance
"I are systems"
mantelpiece atop a fire
of emotions and brain waves
forging a reason for movement of the pencil
quick to erase for double thought
not always precedent to double speak
which of course makes up the source
to betrayal and sincerity (together)
Instead tracing the pattern from the quill
to the hand that pressures tight upon the paper
to the fulcrum of the arm
to the fatty butterfly in the shoulder blade
To eventually: a mind
or a system, or simply half/notes
on b r o k e n staves
unequally pouring out numbers and beats
though not always in one, such, cadence
I believe the “to” of line 7 should be “of”. The word “pressures” seems a bit off too, whereas “presses” would have worked well without calling attention to itself. Or was that your purpose in choosing that word? An interesting ending stanza, making the reader consider the weighty question. Some interesting metaphors here. fred
an out of body experience, for sure...that's a compliment. you've shown your ability to tear away from yourself and look at it, stretching to give an unbiased remark, and yet being still in yourself enough that it's your opinion, your point of view, your remark, not allowing it to be hindered by your out of bodiness... the first part confused me a bit, but that's prolly cuz my brain is initializing its shutdown process that is, it's late...imga head out have a nice life N. Imajen B.
The part I like best is probably when you described the body's processing of a simple task like writing, which has a more complicated function when examined closely. I tend to be a bit of a sensualist, and I think that image of the command to write given a physical form moving from hand to arm to the brain stimulated that part of me.
I suppose I never really delved into consciousness that closely... But looking at your piece, that whole little microcosm is so much more interesting now.
This is definitely interesting food for thought. Thank you for giving me a new mystery to explore!
You analyzed your own poem in the Description. Tear of sadness.
"e pluribus unum" out of many our body is one. That idea disturbed me, yet enlightened me, and on top of that made me smile. Life, existence, and our notion of reality is crazy, what can I say.
I'd say that sums up your poem quite well. One distorted notion though is that consciousness is rooted in the physical. My friend, I believe one can have consciousness without attachments to the physical realm. They all agreed that "there is so much going on in the brain." If they think that the human brain is complex...The human soul drives the brain, coerces it's synapses, chemicals, and impulses into coherent thought. A dog has a brain. It's many systems (muscles, vascular, celular, nervous) are all one, the dog. But is the dog conscious, the way a human is? No. QED.
Obviously I know you agree with me, being that your faith is placed in The Way. We live for the day science, philosphy, and poetry all bend their knee before Him.