Poetry
Corpsey
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Sensations, once experienced, modify the nervous organism, so that copies of them arise again in the mind after the original outward stimulus is gone. No mental copy, however, can arise in the mind, of any kind of sensation which has never been directly excited from without.
The blind may dream of sights, the deaf of sounds, for years after they have lost their vision or hearing; [1] but the man born deaf can never be made to imagine what sound is like, nor can the man born blind ever have a mental vision. In Locke's words, already quoted, "the mind can frame unto itself no one new simple idea." The originals of them all must have been given from without. Fantasy, or Imagination, are the names given to the faculty of reproducing copies of originals once felt. The imagination is called 'reproductive' when the copies are literal; productive' when elements from different originals are recombined so as to make new wholes.
After-images belong to sensation rather than to imagination; so that the most immediate phenomena of imagination would seem to be those tardier images (due to what the Germans call Sinnesgedächtniss) which were spoken of in Vol. 1, p. 647, -- coercive hauntings of the mind by echoes of unusual experiences for hours after the latter have taken place. The phenomena ordinarily ascribed to imagination, however, are those mental pictures of possible sensible [p. 45] experiences, to which the ordinary processes of associative thought give rise.
When represented with surroundings concrete enough to constitute a date, these pictures, when they revive, form recollection. We have already studied the machinery of recollection in Chapter XVI. When the mental pictures are of data freely combined, and reproducing no past combination exactly, we have acts of imagination properly so called.
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The Mount of Maternity Leid
A brightness and breeze might
unwind the dark – you can
decide this morning will
be a walk in the park.
If you see black squirrel
on the path, or the branch
with white bird – a 'now' you
exchange for history's
'word', bruise you can cover
with history's cruise – come
discover: you lose which
mystery you don't choose.
If the trail in the province
saturates with your offence
and covers the corners, don't
covet the splotches – rewind
the offer that smoked out your
conscience. If hare, if pigeon
would quicken or bidden,
lick the wick that lettered
the ovens, and cobble
the datebooks that frightened
the shaman -
a gerund you summoned.
Mad, mad gulf of the potential
actual! Extinguished in God
the fictive – the actively factional!
Recreate production: the work
that tucks into play, an errand
to lay. Set the first rites of day.
All-song enphrase, endurer of wonders! -
Fearsome volts and flows from crags that thunder
once had been depths in the heart of the sea -
lightning vaults, and knows it acts on wonder
better: strain to appraise, arrive with thee.
The wheels from their sides, as the valves tighten,
now coarse to the rider, bedrocked and seized -
sword spotted seas! And bent on the finest
imaginal points, expressed as degrees -
reflexes stretched on the void. Unattached
and free: the sell-sane preceding agrees.
The front lines flanked freeze – by handle and hatch
assembled – a white bird undeterred, but
fowl fell at one time. Boil – mantle dispatched,
a bald scandal hatched and rights conferred, such
that pinions bowed, and took to their cues:
choosy with words - a plucked, hot, bird pot stirred.
Entire torn atom – firm feather confused,
one love-won bantam with autumn at scale.
A lovelorn hand pale - the self-same eschewed
spat out in detail:
and now posits even
our unhappy vale.
The tenement carpet deposits in conscience;
the stole-away motor awl croaked in the gulch;
the rollaway notions are frozen – in solvence
toad eddies still float – and ticker, a pulse:
the pages fly the knight if kinlist loves requite;
a broom removed fault would surely result.
The closed lid incites the eyes to recite –
a blackbox, with clay-roll receipts in array.
To air is to stray as wrung is for flight,
blight-lines and earth-steps and paddies survey –
a light ring of smoke, the grave hosts convoke,
roadbumps are rolling the rain on their way.
Dammed to requital, entire non-resolved. Engrossed
with non-contact, splitting the static. Half-supposed
and unclosed stove-end black habit invoke.
The choked clow hare posed, the roe waisted throes,
ore stare sides - and chessed, the heartvalves express:
guest. The pages consider a love-shape transposed.
A frontlock occurs to knights lately spurred –
a servitor, a trapdoor, black lipsticks, and snuff.
The freights by the roadlamps are gridlocked, enclosed.
A scent here to bottle who's looking for clues:
a 'hold tight', a rattle, a red-coil sounds delight.
A watched flock will sound right, its patterns twice effect.
Footstep verses, the tiger-year curses late heard,
the motorcar chanson the jaguars rebuffed,
to crow – for those who know from dead dog's repose,
or bird-carried hand from heart, interred at land:
the ribcage advanced, its time-kissed parlance
is for you, in dimestore – and thumbed by page out of control.
“A notional fold,” the lookbook concurs,
“a prim one, all told.” Hem-folded, consult
for the fakebook – lookouts on a datebook – composed
for his eastertide throes. Broom-pushed man, the dead hand
and civil spirit-pressed, a simple-lined solace
left jawless – lands left hook, our corner calls: “Left cold.”
Our boilerworks, man cane at forge. The frieze
describes a bull-jump, land-loved islets veiled
and see? Toy for Troy...
His white horse assay,
a prince consort breast for new velchan day -
bird's view to vinestocks, the councourse command.
Missives flee the gaol: a shadow from Tarsus
buoys up sick oceans – the hillocks slope.
Approach.
Cane to forge able set, still our black tale Saul sees:
“No fable til Abelman came to addle gale
and catch sable astray – love-stopped on soll, and swayed.
Stoke pyres for gladness – O! Drop down dark iris! And
spy me out the star roads – ores, shipmen turn in twos -
these son rites blight all!” Glowering stars cook the heights.
Sing more, our rites adore – who sets the key?
Hark luft-talk, debris, or man come cane, swift -
before our crow-rogue quick flits the jail!
A strophe sole makes escape – a luckwon land hale,
velchan vale beside the scrapes, and lease-scribed for peace.
No giant there but for the snare, dipole seasons, reason's fay
(for one mouse scrap parlayed).
Run mosses, girl, to try.
Gentle, just, and please -
to hillock slopes, convey.
Came able, man, to die,
set autumn even rain,
and see -
our next knot today,
a gambler's bouquet.
A brightness and breeze might
unwind the dark – you can
decide this morning will
be a walk in the park.
If you see black squirrel
on the path, or the branch
with white bird – a 'now' you
exchange for history's
'word', bruise you can cover
with history's cruise – come
discover: you lose which
mystery you don't choose.
If the trail in the province
saturates with your offence
and covers the corners, don't
covet the splotches – rewind
the offer that smoked out your
conscience. If hare, if pigeon
would quicken or bidden,
lick the wick that lettered
the ovens, and cobble
the datebooks that frightened
the shaman -
a gerund you summoned.
Mad, mad gulf of the potential
actual! Extinguished in God
the fictive – the actively factional!
Recreate production: the work
that tucks into play, an errand
to lay. Set the first rites of day.
All-song enphrase, endurer of wonders! -
Fearsome volts and flows from crags that thunder
once had been depths in the heart of the sea -
lightning vaults, and knows it acts on wonder
better: strain to appraise, arrive with thee.
The wheels from their sides, as the valves tighten,
now coarse to the rider, bedrocked and seized -
sword spotted seas! And bent on the finest
imaginal points, expressed as degrees -
reflexes stretched on the void. Unattached
and free: the sell-sane preceding agrees.
The front lines flanked freeze – by handle and hatch
assembled – a white bird undeterred, but
fowl fell at one time. Boil – mantle dispatched,
a bald scandal hatched and rights conferred, such
that pinions bowed, and took to their cues:
choosy with words - a plucked, hot, bird pot stirred.
Entire torn atom – firm feather confused,
one love-won bantam with autumn at scale.
A lovelorn hand pale - the self-same eschewed
spat out in detail:
and now posits even
our unhappy vale.
The tenement carpet deposits in conscience;
the stole-away motor awl croaked in the gulch;
the rollaway notions are frozen – in solvence
toad eddies still float – and ticker, a pulse:
the pages fly the knight if kinlist loves requite;
a broom removed fault would surely result.
The closed lid incites the eyes to recite –
a blackbox, with clay-roll receipts in array.
To air is to stray as wrung is for flight,
blight-lines and earth-steps and paddies survey –
a light ring of smoke, the grave hosts convoke,
roadbumps are rolling the rain on their way.
Dammed to requital, entire non-resolved. Engrossed
with non-contact, splitting the static. Half-supposed
and unclosed stove-end black habit invoke.
The choked clow hare posed, the roe waisted throes,
ore stare sides - and chessed, the heartvalves express:
guest. The pages consider a love-shape transposed.
A frontlock occurs to knights lately spurred –
a servitor, a trapdoor, black lipsticks, and snuff.
The freights by the roadlamps are gridlocked, enclosed.
A scent here to bottle who's looking for clues:
a 'hold tight', a rattle, a red-coil sounds delight.
A watched flock will sound right, its patterns twice effect.
Footstep verses, the tiger-year curses late heard,
the motorcar chanson the jaguars rebuffed,
to crow – for those who know from dead dog's repose,
or bird-carried hand from heart, interred at land:
the ribcage advanced, its time-kissed parlance
is for you, in dimestore – and thumbed by page out of control.
“A notional fold,” the lookbook concurs,
“a prim one, all told.” Hem-folded, consult
for the fakebook – lookouts on a datebook – composed
for his eastertide throes. Broom-pushed man, the dead hand
and civil spirit-pressed, a simple-lined solace
left jawless – lands left hook, our corner calls: “Left cold.”
Our boilerworks, man cane at forge. The frieze
describes a bull-jump, land-loved islets veiled
and see? Toy for Troy...
His white horse assay,
a prince consort breast for new velchan day -
bird's view to vinestocks, the councourse command.
Missives flee the gaol: a shadow from Tarsus
buoys up sick oceans – the hillocks slope.
Approach.
Cane to forge able set, still our black tale Saul sees:
“No fable til Abelman came to addle gale
and catch sable astray – love-stopped on soll, and swayed.
Stoke pyres for gladness – O! Drop down dark iris! And
spy me out the star roads – ores, shipmen turn in twos -
these son rites blight all!” Glowering stars cook the heights.
Sing more, our rites adore – who sets the key?
Hark luft-talk, debris, or man come cane, swift -
before our crow-rogue quick flits the jail!
A strophe sole makes escape – a luckwon land hale,
velchan vale beside the scrapes, and lease-scribed for peace.
No giant there but for the snare, dipole seasons, reason's fay
(for one mouse scrap parlayed).
Run mosses, girl, to try.
Gentle, just, and please -
to hillock slopes, convey.
Came able, man, to die,
set autumn even rain,
and see -
our next knot today,
a gambler's bouquet.
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i was going to be flip and say "no you don't". but i can't know that
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luke can you over-interpret my poem/give me something to work against it with besides "i like it" or "too end-rhymey". without getting scared and being like "you wrote a poem that encodes stories from the bible as puns? i need to ruin my life"
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