Sunday, June 25, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:6/25/17

Open To Interpretation


You're messed up
I'm messed up
Everyone is messed up
In a theoretical mathematical
Contextual equation totally all
Equally mashed up.

Context is a god.

Belief is a prophecy.

Love is the sum
Of every one.

Hate takes.

Today is zero
Minus yesterday
Plus tomorrow.

Hope is indiscriminate.

You can never love too many.

Too many
Is infinity.

Too few
Is you.

Dogs bark
Cats meow
Everyone farts.

Turtles slow
Rabbits fast
Death always last.

Birds sing
Bells ring.

Riches are the poor's

Poverty is the wealthy's

Air is everywhere
Too high too thin to breath.

One breath follows another.

Sleep is forgotten dreams.

Books have covers
You have books.

However quickly
Reading is one word at a time.

Music is love notes blended.

Exchanging love notes
Is time honored.

Things add up
Or don't.

A flower's petals
Are illustrated numbers.

Plants have roots.
Animals have mouths.
Thought has curiosity.

You thought
You were the 'less than nothing'
Until you met me.

We are the same
More than nothing.

If you find nothing
Show it to me tomorrow.

We'll both pee.


Notes: what I had in mind to begin was to make some 'equations' songs often have what I think of as equations in them, like math things become song things...brb...heck...and off hand I can't think of a good example (here's one)...some of these things are clichés...Different Drum by Linda Ronstadt is full of them...and as I was spinning them out, I thought, wth are these?...and the word 'axioms' came to the title...and I searched axioms, read wiki's take, then searched 'axiom poems' hoping to find short succinct things, but that search turned up whole poems!...and one by Emily Dickenson I like very mind doesn't think in abstract words very well...did poorly in math...and from the start of OTI I've been puzzled by the new penchant by me to include like little logic puzzles in the poems...I just don't know where those are coming from!...but they can be jewel like at times!...and I've never been one to fashion things into quotables...but that seems to be happening searched axiom quotes...some of these are very cool...

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. Arthur Conan Doyle
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When Keats says: 'Axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses', what he means is that we don't necessarily believe what a poem is saying if it comes out and tells us in an absolutely head-on, in-your-face way; we only believe it to be true if we feel it to be true. Andrew Motion
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At the same time as he was producing these great poems, Keats was also writing letters to friends and loved ones that clarify the theoretical thinking that lay behind them. They cover an extraordinary amount of ground, and show an equally extraordinary amount of wisdom, but they converge on a few central convictions. One of these is the idea that large theoretical concerns will only be comprehensible to people if they are rehearsed in very physical language. ‘Axioms in philosophy’ he says, using an image that refers back to his medical days, ‘are not axioms unless they are proved upon our pulses’ (3 May, 1818). This is where the sensuality of his writing is so important. It is not merely a form of delighted and delightful engagement with things-in-themselves, but a way of thinking. His ‘life of sensation’ is also a ‘life of thoughts’.

'Proved upon our pulses': Keats in context
Andrew Motion


hmmph...anyway...quotable quotes are very much like axioms...and it's a challenge to make them...they don't stay still!...

Perhaps the truest axiom in baseball is that the toughest thing to do is repeat. Walt Alston
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It ain't over till it's over
Yogi Berra

...:)...done is done...

And of course it is the context that makes an axiom...Yogi's saying's context is of course  known to every baseball fan...your home team is behind four runs and it's the beginning of the bottom of the ninth inning...'done is done' might be someone's!...brb...


One of the first-recorded uses of this phrase was by the character Lady Macbeth in the tragedy play Macbeth (early 17th century), by the English playwright William Shakespeare, who said: "Things without all remedy Should be without regard: what's done, is done"[2] and "Give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. – To bed, to bed, to bed!"[3]


hmmph...and 'done is done' is thought of as an 'idiom'...brb...


Categorized as formulaic language, an idiom's figurative meaning is different from the literal meaning.[1] There are thousands of idioms, occurring frequently in all languages. It is estimated that there are at least twenty-five thousand idiomatic expressions in the English language.


hmmph...axioms are quotable quotes are clichés are idioms are...formulaic language?...brb...well, that's getting 'too far afield'...oh, here's Emily's poem...oh!...wait...some more Keats:


 In Poetry I have a few Axioins, and you will see how far I am from their Centre. 1st. I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity-it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a Remembrance-2nd. Its touches of Beauty should never be half way ther[e]by making the reader breathless instead of content: the rise, the progress, the setting of imagery should like the Sun come natural natural too him-shine over him and set soberly although in magnificence leaving him in the Luxury of twilight-but it is easier to think what Poetry should be than to write it and this leads me on to another axiom. That if Poetry comes not as naturally as the Leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

hmmph...Emily's poem...


The Skies can't keep their secret!

The Skies can't keep their secret!

They tell it to the Hills –
The Hills just tell the Orchards –
And they—the Daffodils!

A Bird – by chance – that goes that way – 

Soft overhears the whole – 

If I should bribe the little Bird – 

Who knows but she would tell?

I think I won't – however – 

It's finer – not to know –

If Summer were an Axiom – 

What sorcery had snow?

So keep your secret – Father!
I would not – if I could – 

Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do,

In your new-fashioned world!
hmmph...awhile back, I set myself the task of reading all of Emily's poems, which I've yet to do, and the blogger whose blog I snagged the poem from set themselves the task too, with the added effort to make a blog with notes to each poem!...nice...Emily's poems are kind of like the Yangtze River is to landscape painters...time was they set themselves the task of painting the whole thing...and there are centuries worth of paintings!...Sapphire Fellows is a to plow through HBO's documentary on amazon of is grim...war to end all wars...hmmph...
(Chapter One says to love her)
(You love her with all your heart)
(Chapter Two you tell her you're)
(Never, never, never, never, never gonna part)
(In Chapter Three remember the meaning of romance)
(In Chapter Four you break up
(But you give her just one more chance)


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