So tired... been ill for the past week, and at home. Not fun lugging around 8 mths worth of baby whilst struggling with dry, unproductive coughs. Everytime I cough or wheeze, feels like he's going to come shooting right out...oh well, it would save on the epidural!
Nothing much to say today... haven't been keeping up with my bible reading since the illness came on, which is a crummy excuse, I know.
There's much to be grateful for - my husband's offer came through. What he'll get, on a monthly basis, will cover our current combined incomes.. this, without including the guaranteed bonus at the end of the year. Wow. But we decided we'd think about my continuing work only after one or two months with the baby, just to see how things go.
Tired... thought about painting again, last night.. would be nice to do a series on poems that I really like. Interesting- cause a poet tries to capture and pin down a thought, idea, or moment in his writing; but is he ever completely successful in communicating his thoughts exactly as they are? Cause every reader brings their own perspectives and experiences when they read the poem, which affects their intepretation, and the images that end up being conjured in their minds as they read...
And its those images that get transmitted to me that I want to capture... a third reflection of the original thought, like when we play broken telephone. Will the resulting image be completely alien to the poet? Probably! Will it be corrupted, worse for the wear? Doesn't have to be...
I already have a few poems I'd like to do... Dylan Thomas' The Force that through the Green Fuse...maybe, Death shall have no Dominion, although that could get very cheesy. Hopkins and his poem about the 'darksome burn' - I always forget the title of this, though I love to read it! I think he did a great job with that poem, though, the image I get is clear and unmistakable - a stream personified as a wild, galloping horse.. maybe I'm wrong, and someone needs to correct me : P. Some of the other 30s poets, maybe. Auden's Lay your sleeping head...
It would be nice to do an experiment just using a piece of simple prose.. something even highly descriptive, and ask ten different people to try and sketch out the scene the words build up in their minds... I wonder how different they would all be? It would be fun to find out...
Nothing much to say today... haven't been keeping up with my bible reading since the illness came on, which is a crummy excuse, I know.
There's much to be grateful for - my husband's offer came through. What he'll get, on a monthly basis, will cover our current combined incomes.. this, without including the guaranteed bonus at the end of the year. Wow. But we decided we'd think about my continuing work only after one or two months with the baby, just to see how things go.
Tired... thought about painting again, last night.. would be nice to do a series on poems that I really like. Interesting- cause a poet tries to capture and pin down a thought, idea, or moment in his writing; but is he ever completely successful in communicating his thoughts exactly as they are? Cause every reader brings their own perspectives and experiences when they read the poem, which affects their intepretation, and the images that end up being conjured in their minds as they read...
And its those images that get transmitted to me that I want to capture... a third reflection of the original thought, like when we play broken telephone. Will the resulting image be completely alien to the poet? Probably! Will it be corrupted, worse for the wear? Doesn't have to be...
I already have a few poems I'd like to do... Dylan Thomas' The Force that through the Green Fuse...maybe, Death shall have no Dominion, although that could get very cheesy. Hopkins and his poem about the 'darksome burn' - I always forget the title of this, though I love to read it! I think he did a great job with that poem, though, the image I get is clear and unmistakable - a stream personified as a wild, galloping horse.. maybe I'm wrong, and someone needs to correct me : P. Some of the other 30s poets, maybe. Auden's Lay your sleeping head...
It would be nice to do an experiment just using a piece of simple prose.. something even highly descriptive, and ask ten different people to try and sketch out the scene the words build up in their minds... I wonder how different they would all be? It would be fun to find out...
