21 Poetics
THE FLOW OF MAKING _ POETICS.
Poetical licence begins with a kind of madness that one is going against the grain. If there were no ulterior motive creative flows would not be signatory. For even the minimalist is recognised for being autonomous. What does this madness entail though? It is at one time beguiling and always new for being different. The flow is almost the personal zeitgeist that allows one to move from project to project. Making continuation and parallel statements of ones own poetry. The flow of poetry is a live in disguise in physical or literal form.
If love were blind how would it feel to reach a kind of etiquette in physical form in the dark. Are we all blind to our creations and they really come from the gut? A knowing one was right from the start, mono. This is not the duly lit object at night, but the quiet of rightness, where once there is or was nothing. From nihilism to form. To find a mimic in the dark, can be coincidence that two creative minds think and feel the same. Or it is guise as plagiarist. This can create a swoon of loathing for the flow of the author, who in their right mind is always original. However commerce often makes headway on the back of an original idea. Marked by the magicians tale of a life less known of pain and upheaval to get there, becoming the jolly sing-song reprieve of more detrimental value to the original intention of flow.
If 'you are blind from the back baby', well the majority are at the back of something, namely the cue, for news, for paper, for the freshly baked bread we put on the table, for which the supermarket used to pump its odour to the entrance of the store as if you were really first at the ovens. But its stable to chop and change at the vision of a better trolley in front, appearing less so these days as choice out reckons good choice, when we feel like just being ourselves or indulging. Predominantly because most things are made better, especially in the upper market of goods.
It used to be a Nutella jar, that must have item in the fridge, left sticky at the bottom of a obsequious pocket of a child's navy button down jacket, licking fingers on the way to school. These days the enticement of the sense for a favourite food, good read or television programme overrule our hearts and we are divided at ground zero, for a unique passionate love, everyone has their individual requirements. This is heightened from a mania to be a fan instead of our 15 minutes of fame as dictated by Andy Warhol.
The children and us as children are the real ubiquitous feeling for flow as if we were five years of age again remarking on the finality and brevity of technology. Our flow rides out the fears of being a nobody in terms of social regard. And yes we can evolve and develop into calculable intellectual heavenly beings. We can sit opposite each other over dinner or at the table, with a soft gaze for each other, or generally meditate alone for a while and find our returning revered credence in flow of a poetical line as if embracing each other with words, as if flattery will never die.
Today two politicians flow in and out of the realms of rhetoric with a joke aside at moments. There is still something political about this as seen on TV, that embracing words can change the mood of the day to somewhere near righteous. Fighting extremes of covert plans and new liberty. But the pragmatism is voted law which will so importantly set the bar for new realms of reverential living as we make change happen here and now.
Remember there is always a permanence for which we tolerate the flows of poetics, and build a love for those more and more original and altruistic flows of poetics. The volcation of new ideas brings with it new remedies and sets of mind. Only if a flow is dynamically new and different will it gain permanence as long as if it were produced in the studios of professionalism, and so commerce can still make its mark as the pre-requisite for tone and finish, then it remains permanent in our minds, as we aspire to be models of peace. May we go on finding permanence in the flow of our poetics from the infinite of creativity, as science endeavours to explore our real and true birth from the beginning of time, just as our chart of flow begins and ends at the same place. The beginning being the end of finality and the end nothing more than the beginning.
