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META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

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Showing posts with label Semiotics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Semiotics. Show all posts

Minefield of Meanings

Minefield of Meanings


Watch your step:

There's no real right way

To speak about Poesy

Yet somehow it also happens

There are plenty of wrong ways!


Both lector and pupil

Say one thing, meanwhile

Mental and sentimental

Versifiers become divergent;

Their writs misunderstood by gen. public.


These subspecies chant lyric

Only amongst themselves

As do birds of a feather flocking

Together—before excluding any Other.

Think 'synchronized swarm of swallows'.


In this life we all want to be first

In line. Not left behind

Hence each of us breaks off a piece

Hoping that during days to come

Inspired implosions may eventually remind...


A foot soldier trudged fearlessly

Through hostile nobody lands

To tactfully detonate charges

Whose explosive echoes vibrate

Across Akasha's supernal field!


Conative Causation

Conative Causation


Let's rewind to primary times
Returning and rooting out rhymes —

Chaotic patterns such as ours
Are sensitive to initial conditions.
Conclusions always allude
To their own origin story.

Anyway, as Aldous asked:
Where are we off to in a big hurry?
We're progressing toward what, exactly?
These questions bear repeating.

So quit your sanctimonious bleating.
Holier than thou? You wish bro!
Seriously though, you're mistaken;
Taken in by the miscellany of modernity.

This pagan priest will now hear your confession.
Consider yourself free from imaginary salvation
(An Ankh isn't an unwarranted concession),
But back to the basics poor pilgrim...

The Material Causes here may be many
While any Formal Cause = quite antithetical.
This piece's Efficient Cause is redefining language
But its Final Cause advances stanzas ¡[parenthetical]!

Image: Illustration of the Four Aristotelian Causes.

Ariose Argot

Ariose Argot


{ Sacred Errata }

META on META

Download digitized data

distilled from The Fountain ≋


Blessed be by such masters

as Roque Dalton and Parra.

Navigate brave new era

a la Columbus—arrive in error!


Hey, you ever listen to Tool?

It's a trippy tangle of terror...

Take a look at the mirror,

reach inside if you dare.


Qualis, non Quantus

Ever since Atlantis

Mankind preys like a mantis

reascend The Holy Mountain ^

Images: [Top] Scene from The Fountain (2006), [Bottom] Scene from The Holy Mountain (1973).

Aliquid Stat Pro Aliquo

Aliquid Stat Pro Aliquo


Literal ontology is not what it used to be.
Why, there isn't even a text on this page
(at least not until an ideal or implied reader perks up)!

Indeed, postcolonial discourse is no more.
Constricted within these passages
This premature reading comes too close.

Forget any affective or intentional fallacy...
Such old criticisms may have applied to the Western Canon
But we're way past that now.

Insofar as The Sign is concerned
One must needs muster
The mastery of metonymy.

Ecce Signum
Arbitrary equivalence doesn't add up.
There's more than meets the eye to our inference.

Something stands for another?
Maybe so; yet what are 'things' in themselves?
You can't write about perception without referring to its percept!


Saussure
Peirce

Images: Two basic models of Semiosis according to A) Ferdinand de Saussure, and B) Charles Sanders Peirce.

Semantic Satiation

Semantic Satiation


Let not our poetry become

sybaritic adulation.

Instead we ought to make a new

semiotic adumbration.

Nobody entertain any

sophomoric arrogation.

Forgo feeling sorry cause that's

 symptomatic abnegation.

Don't you shirk benefiting from

synthetic alteration.

Follow now the bouncing ball of

syllogistic deviation...

Why ever worry about such

semaphoric saturation?

Hopefully someone catches this

syntactic intonation:

There's a hidden treasure trove in

synergistic copulation.

So join us when lauding love as

synchronistic appellation!

Rickety Rope Bridge

Rickety Rope Bridge


Mustn't forget YOU

Aren't worth fretting over

Haul the trash out tonight

Strike flint by blue moon glow

Reflected across serene waters

Ship down among sunken treasure

These moments they flee

Mark it on new calendar:

Yesterday—we went our separate ways

~(STOP)~ time! Sunrise reveals

The charred trestles of a crossing

Under which tamed ponies wild about

Face it, we're past reconciling

Such differences when walking

The smoldering gangplanks.

Covfefe

Note: If you don't catch the reference, see: WIRED.



Covfefe


What's that got to do with the price of tea in China?

If you wish to stay atop the rolling ball
then take your eye off the blue birdie.

Presidential marmalade is spread too thick
throughout the Blogosphere;
it's gumming up the gears
and has everyone humming the same tune . . .


Speak not the name of biggest T!


Overcome the need to neurotically: 
* press, swipe, tap-tap-tap *


World's most prestigious office
TRIVIALIZED.


Typo — 
crosses a boundary to be canonized.

Discredited Diction

Discredited Diction


Wrong from the get-go
(Opening lines are critical
 first impressions so pivotal).

According to website statistics
This is around where 90%
Of young surfers wipe out.

Why not? After all,
There isn't much here
Other than daft draft letters.

Coherence of a whole different
Order as well as magnitude —
Buildings before blueprints.

Hence it doesn't suffice
To say things less than thrice.
Vowel-chimes both vice and device.

Being clever won't get us very far
When we're regularly at odds
With the callous majority.

Clawing one's way uphill
During a merciless mudslide;
Life story of any poor minority.

While those who call themselves
"normal" or "sane" but whom
Are actually self-righteous

Act with hideous hypocrisy!
This cynical plaintiff stands
Little chance of dispelling such guff.

Thrown off golden cuff just because
You won't back bold individuals:
"He's only a lone dissenter!"

Yet ever in your wanderlust
You'll wonder what was lost
Asking fellow tourists for directions ...

Meta-Poetics vol. 4: Remission Restatement

Meta-Poetics vol. 4: Remission Restatement


The professed goals of this present iteration of Anti-Poetry are hereby chartered as follows:

1. To exercise the English language to its full extent; exhausting every conceivable coinage within its written corpus while simultaneously crossing borders into neighboring lexicons like Franglais & Latin. 

2. To bring archaic and defunct terminology back into circulation, chiefly as celebratory "camp". Also to plumb every possible meaning for any taken term.

3. The recapitulation of rhyming schemes will be utilized for the purpose of introducing variations on classical meters and themes.

4. Challenging the normalcy of self-centered auteurs is imperative. There's an unspoken distinction between those who work only for personal benefit and anyone who actually advances our overall art.

5. Have no fear about fielding neologisms. Wright out original witticisms to further ludic logic.

6. Instill in writers and instruct readers on novel ways of verbal expression, especially regarding metaphysical impression.

7. Demystify poetics while demonstrating the sway that language often has us under due to unconscious tendencies.

8. Turn every old adage and proverb upon its head. Leave no stanza unturned!

9. Inject Etymology, Linguistics, Philology, and Semiotics to revitalize versification. Incorporate technology, for instance:
Right Justification.

10. Raise the bar for future generations by letting loose unmatched fléchettes!


Read the rest of this series -- > META-Poetic

Time To Go META!

Time To Go META!


History is no mystery:
One day as if out of the blue
An unknown underdog
Ends up becoming Top Cat.

Decaying systems are overruled.
What once was thought essential
Surprisingly turns to drivel
And its reverse is christened Truth.

Plebs will believe what they're told
To believe by any ruling authority.
Although all rules have exceptions;
Autonomous rogues who fight uphill battles.

Whoa there massive ass mama,
Don't you know that it's time to go META?
No civilized institution is unaffected
If letters of policy are writ by a meddler.

Ruthless, a Stalker requires zero proof
Thus like an airborne ship he sails aloof.
Recapitulate lest you miss a cunning step;
Some tomes unread beyond campus roof.

A Magus in mastery will not show mercy.
When matter meets antimatter
They cancel one another out.
So be it (such clashes remain immaterial).

Speed bumps on the road to Authentic City —
Where only the coolest of Calicos frolic.
There we'll meet again fully splendored
And if providence permits, unbend each folded fender!
Image: Major Arcana, The Mage / Magician. See HERE for more.

Paradigmatic

Paradigmatic


Rough around the edges

Round rhymes for square wedges

Hidden away behind thick hedges


Produced as memory dredges

Double-crossed by disloyal pledges

Innocent of anything anyone alleges


Stays unfazed if hit with sledges

Hope it hangs from highest ledges

Like streamlined arrows given fledges ↣

Ça suffit — close up your ledgers!


Over-Rhyme:

Imagination rarely stretches

What a poor price knowing fetches

Even learning barely etches

Credible or discernible sketches.


Author's Note: If you enjoyed this piece then you may want to read its poetic successor: Anathematic.

Irrelephantitis (w/ Podcast)

Author's Note: This piece is an Antipoetic follow-up to Kathleen Radigan's original Irrelephant.



Irrelephantitis


May the court hear out this litigant
And find rolling rhymes quite resonant.
In case there is any contaminant
Cause and effect might be concomitant.
So if you feel vexed by an irritant
Judge whose thoughts are dominant:
Those of the people's President
Or yourself, a hapless celebrant?

Let's try to stay pertinent
Although nothing can rest permanent.
Stagnant water tastes acrid; aberrant
From poison well dug by the petulant.
Counteract avec des mots magniloquent
Lest somebody think us ignorant.
We the jury figure one defendant
Isn't sufficiently militant to prove significant!

¿Specimen frequently tangential and insolent
Totally dependent like diabetics on insulin
Discipline using strict regimen until excellent
¡Everything evident renders verdict relevant

Image: Tolkien's Oliphant (a.k.a. Mumakil) by StockmanArt.


Hear It Read Aloud by the Author:

Meta-Poetics Vol. 3: Reworking Titles

"The words you speak become the house you live in."  

~ Hafiz

 "The fish trap exists because of the fish; once you’ve gotten the fish, you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit; once you’ve gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning; once you’ve gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. " 

~ Chuang Tzu



Meta-Poetics Vol. 3: Reworking Titles


The one where he or she breaks up with "ye"
Yet another unrequited love song
A piece about how dark and mysterious you can be
Protests harping on heartstrings of our common throng

Mourning for loss at end of road or while aborning
Laughter provided at somebody else's expense
Praising heroes; subjecting villains to scorning
Walking a fine line betwixt eloquence and pretense

To hell with it all, Poets are dead in the water!
Stagnating cesspools of egoistic absorption
Imaginary irons close circuits like solder
Determenistic feedback loops give rise to distortion

New Hermeneutics are needed to break this old cycle
Wittgenstein's ladder will no longer suffice
Incorporate the whole gammut from somatic to psycho
Blaspheme every Meme — offer Self — sacrifice!

Image: Ladder To The Moon by Georgia O'Keefe

Further Readings:


"God" Was A Four-Letter Word . . .

"God" Was A Four-Letter Word...



"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." ~ John 1:1



And yet few ever bother asking what that word [Logos, transliterated from Greek: λόγος] was!

It sure as hell wasn't the Danish / Dutch / Germanic offshoot everyone is so fond of these days: G-O-D.

The Christians of Byzantium (founded by Constantine) to whom ALL contemporary believers in Christ owe their creed had a very different set of names for the 'Lord'. 
i.e. the less catchy: Hupsistos or, if you prefer: Pantocrator.

Going back further to the Hebrew Torah, it was forbidden to speak the Tetragrammaton (four letters) of YHWH, from where Jehovah is derived. Vowels were excluded — thus confounding said pronoun.

There's immense wisdom in this approach because really, how could an almighty Being be reduced to a few mere syllables, becoming sullied by the utterance of our mortal tongues?

Unfortunately, mainly due to differences in languages, most polemics regarding the existence or nature of God amount to nothing other than disagreements concerning one's preferred Signifier.

As a result, religious fundamentalism rather restricts spiritual evolution through its dogmatic use of linguistic concepts that people become emotionally attached to. It would indeed seem that Faith is largely a matter of subjective sentimentality.

Even more vexingly, these emotional tendencies can carry negative side-effects. For instance, within the blackened hearts of those firebrands where anger and hate predominate.

As a Philologist, Friedrich Nietzsche was aware of the above fallacies and famously declared that "God is dead". This is because he saw people not worshiping divinity directly, but only going through empty motions and reciting the rosary without any real reflection.

In fact, some Post-Modern thinkers have accused the whole Western Metaphysical tradition of Logocentrism; an incurable obsession with that primal WORD — leading to centuries of bloody conflict.

The Truth is that Allah / God / Krishna / Yahweh (whatever) is simply beyond the scope of finite human thought and most certainly ineffable. Now that we have entered a new millennium, it no longer serves anybody to squabble over such limiting names. We ought to move forward from here and embark on a mission of mutual comprehension!

The Nexus of The Next

The Nexus of The Next



What's next? Who's next? Where to next?
We're caught ever in "The Next"!
Though our landscape is always shifting
There is none thus come nor gone.

Solipsistic lapses undergoing therapy.
Palpitating fixity upon imaginary center.
Prehensile cogitation clutches straws —
Solidified Reality? Inadequate descriptors!

Latter day prophets predict doom;
Wise canonical inscriptions go unheard.
Disillusion becomes par for the course.
Wistful meaningless rhetoric bores...

Where to next? Who's next? What's next?
Flounder clever yet perplexed.
Sought but not found within text:
A moving landmass, unannexed!

 [ May wit lend levity when gravity weighs down our ways ]

The Tyranny of Words

The Tyranny of Words

De Facto benefactor of every actor
Meaning outweighs these sounds by tons not pounds
Whether Pope, President, or Professor — Etymology is the emperor's undresser

Across genetic world wars are waged for memetic primacy; prim petty piracy
Like order emerging from chaos, ideals furnish inertia with gloss
Voices of authority drown out the majority

Images make transparent things more apparent
But lies oft go unreported by what a Sign has purported
Wherever a book, joke, phrase, or essay has vexed (check your specs) delve into subtext

Government, media, and religion all continue to endorse neo-colonial discourse
Bourgeois bard irresponsible, cannot act as lingual constable
This psychobabble hangs too high over their vocal rabble

Second Syntax

"Did the universe really begin?";
and, "Is the theory of the Big Bang true?"
These are not really questions, although they sound like they are.
The real question is whether or not
the only syntax that exists
is the syntax that requires,
as statements of fact
"beginnings", "developments", and "ends".
Other syntaxes exist.
There is one which demands
that varieties of intensity be taken as facts.
Within that syntax, "nothing begins" and "nothing ends".
Therefore, birth, for example, is not a clean, clear-cut event;
but rather, birth is a specific type of intensity;
and so is maturation;
and so is death.
A man of that syntax, looking over his equations,
finds that he has calculated enough varieties of intensity
to say with authority
that the universe never began,
and will never end.
He will conclude that the universe has gone through, is now going through, and will forever go through
endless fluctuations of intensity.
A man of that syntax could very well conclude that the universe itself
is the chariot of intensity,
and that a person can board it
to journey through changes without end.
He will conclude all that, and much more,
perhaps without ever realizing
that he is merely confirming
the syntax of his mother tongue.

~ Carlos Castaneda



Second Syntax

Incessant internal banter
The Tower of Babel spins
Yarns strewn throughout one's ego
Like play by play commentary
In a vessel that never fills

Do not distress overly much
If broken tape throws for a loop
When perception sullies memories
Everybody finds their mind fumbles
While understating sooth

Yet verbal thought be but a bough
Growing from the trunk of consciousness
There are countless others anyhow
Like silent knowledge (Gnosis)
Dreams, and consensual bliss

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