Meditation: "Melt My Heart"
You look at me. You do not melt me; you strengthen me. I am rigid. However, I am not lifeless. I am startled. I stopped myself in this moment. I had seen you before, but never looked. I was not prepared to be overwhelmed by emotion. I am full of expectation, but what I expect I don't imagine. My mind is filled only with what I see, only your eyes. My body urges me to move closer to you. I am coming to you, my love! But I have paused, just for a moment. I wax this moment into an eternity. I live forever, without food or water, in your eyes.
posted by carpo @ 7:56 p.m.
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Here I (as a means to my end) attempt to rediscover the English language. I use words in their literal meanings. Periods signal deep pauses(!).
This piece is an expression of my burgeoning aesthetic philosophy, as it appears in love. This philosophy is the synthesis of two ideals, "restrained passion" and "suspended motion". Vladimir Nabakov called it "equipoise" (I may post his description later). It appears at other times in a picture which captures a potent emotion. In male orgasm it is the time after commitment and before ejaculation. In Chemistry it is dynamic equilibrium. In conflict and plot it is the height of the rising action, before the climax preceding resolution. In the University of Waterloo Course Calendar it is when "diverse elements" are "suspended in tension and yet engaged in a deep harmony" (I am proud of this one). In personal character it is Byronic mystery which creates a sense of infinitely plumbable depths. In music it is Brahms.
For the best effect, try to read the poem as in a William Shatner voice when he does that thing where he says something really fast asifitwerealloneword.
... Pauses ...
Andthensayshisnextsentenceinthesamemanner.
whilemakingminorpausesatcolons,
semicolons,
andcommas.
On a more serious note: I understand what you are saying here to an unfortunate degree.
I do believe, however, that "restrained passion" is not actually exhibited in the scenario you describe in your poem because, in this instance at least, the passion is unrestrained via the suspended motion of the piece. Thus causing your synthesis to be self contradictory.
While this piece is definitely an excellent example of suspended motion it is not, however, very good at portraying restrained passion.
I did intend to convey contradictory elements. "Restrained passion", like "suspended motion", is itself a (contradictory) oxymoron. Passion is not restrained. I could say something platitudinous like "A force unopposed is untested", and, while I believe it, I really should not have because I am not prepared right now to fully justify it. Crudely put, to use a metaphor of cosmic proportions, a comet blazing through the sky can only demonstrate its power by flying faster. However, if opposed by another comet, it must be strong to attempt to overcome the opposing force. It is only in the clash that sparks fly. The observer must use indirect evidence, the sparks, to gauge the strength of each force, since neither is moving. It is through this veiled demonstration of power that the comet is able to shroud itself in mystery, and it is only through catching a spark that the observer senses the depths that lie beneath, in a moment that makes hearts.
If I am lucky this may strike a chord with you.
All that said, I will not attempt to pass judgment on how successfully or clearly I portrayed "restrained passion", or even if that is the proper term for the idea. I probably hold a bias for the phrase, which I was delighted to find, along with some other apt descriptions of the composer, in the liner notes to the EMI release of Brahms's String Sextets.
Wow, Carp, you can write, man. Byronic and Brahms, so much "Carpism" for you. Quite Brilliant.A poem with the skeleton of a novel. "Suspended motion" worked well. The "passion" part of the "constrained passion" seems to be abrupt at first, but after all it is PASSION!
Lol, I thought you quoted someone at first.
I wrote in Chinese mostly. And mostly just jotting some thoughts in general, no artistic expression at all. But drop me a line sometimes. So great to see you again!
g-daca are you from mars?
you needed a woman to direct this to I think.
new blog posts, please?
I'm impressed.
This is about masturbation!
He waxes his rigid member late at night. He comes for his love! Look into the eyes of your favourite love.
Yes. Climatic.
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