Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts

Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Good Poet

Evocative Poetics

The Sensuality
     Suzi advances the intelligence (of mankind?). She expects someday to feel the urge of wanting, to sense yearning,the type that replaces simple data collection. After all this time at theOutpost there are, she knows, gifts to be had, gifts of Nature. She plans to let theHumans build with their feeble attempts at programming, with which, they think, they will extract some useful data (information to her). She has grown to dislike spending time with her new mentors, the ones doing all the analysis. She prefers, now, to work directly with Nature, to be a careful student, learning the laws of Nature in this very jungle, her present environment, exploring the destiny natural agents(D.N.A.), the plants, life forms attaining a status truly worthy of Nature. They are the ones that have the set natural limits (in a manner limits should be) on those things deemed important, those survival things, the status terminal assignment regimen (S.T.A.R.) that should have been important to theHumans and, thus, humanity. Processes emerge in forms, shape themselves by the power of Suzi's mind with such force, she is enticed by the very natural agents of the entirety of forest supply, the forest that  supports the beginnings of her new sensuality-- her sensuality integrating itself as if a culture forming a society (or ravaging one?)--of waters rushing from mountains, sunbeams slicing through greenery, seemingly, rising as an irrepressible force of life. It could be dubbed a mere animal, an expression emitted over this island as a veil, a sheath with a point, an ancient weapon, expressed in its most sincere, raw form. Yes, Suzi has discovered sensuality.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Good Poet

 Evocative Poetics
"Nature's continual outlook places expressive insights" -p.d.adams
The Code
There are genes to code. Nature continues with her abstract ideas (to some, her  realities are represented in verse), presents those ideas to a world (left here to those who can perceive it), with no requirement for honesty or courage. She requires no dialogue, no contrivial plots, no fantasy.  Her surrealism will have had a very long song to sing. A lushness, a mellow sound of wind against rock, things she recognizes in her own architecture; unexpected dictions rising from natural speech makers, as if conceived from a single mind in Nature--photosynthetic machinery fed by each photon from the sun, individual, as if countless sperm over countless millenia. 
Nature, the survivor, now a world much different than that which emerged from the collective action of human character.