6.30.2014

Correspondence

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
All nature is as an enchanted hall
Form and substance sing in tune
Occult shadows dance about the room
Pictures like mirrors upon the wall
A richness there, of fractal pattern
Dense like inprismed light is scattered;

The eye catches various things, they are
Thrown across, met in scent and sound
Strange and frightening connections found
As unknown tunnels deep and far
Connect tractless places suggesting danger
They are but beautiful, and far stranger

Or is it that the hall is dark?
I mean, full of images of common things
You light a candle, which through the wings
Casts a flickering, wandering spark
That causes forms to shift and waver
But the mind is sharp, the heart is braver

Each face suggests what it once was
A history, or perhaps a story
Lost in details sordid and gory
The pillars impose, the dust a fuzz
And the mirrors silver not so bright
That it swallows most candle light;

Or perhaps the forms aren't there at all
Just a reference to the mind itself
A thought of pride, a lust for wealth
Perhaps there is bareness within that hall
Only imagination makes vision real
Only if you love, only if you feel

But strange, the mirrors show deceptive things
They are alive in all contrary ways
As the walls in some funhouse maze
Or just another ailment madness brings
Touch is real, you close your eyes
Grubbing around to fall or rise;

These visions show the mind of man
A correspondence and a symbol there
A paradox of which we should beware
Why meaning flees the grasping hand
Not spare or false or opaque at all --
For nature is but an enchanted hall.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
Baudelaire is my homeboy

2 comments:

  1. And Poe, as well?

    Very good.


    Or is it that the hall is dark?
    I mean, full of images of common things
    You light a candle, which through the wings
    Casts a flickering, wandering spark
    That causes forms to shift and waver
    But the mind is sharp, the heart is braver


    I wonder sometimes. Thanks.

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    1. if you haven't, check out the Wiki article on Simulacra and Simulation. I've combined Baudelaire and Baudrillard (see Baudelaire's Correspondences from Flowers of Evil for the basic theme)

      Baudelaire addresses the 'sacred order' and Baudrillard the corruption of that order; I attempt to make a correspondence between the two which is itself neither a simulation or a simulacra, but hopefully a faithful representation of both.

      As a Poet who orbits Baltimore, if even became notable, I would be regarded as his (Poe's) successor... (Plus he was one of my favorite authors when I was young.)

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