As Poetry Recycles Neurons
4/29/13
Seminar week 5
Word Count 200
“He appeared to be proceeding in the direction of the water, but at each line of transition between pavement slabs, he halted in a frenzy of anxiety.” (Howe, 115)
“A ghostly skeptic.” (Howe, 115)
“Collectively, these studies highlight the weaknesses of attempts to generate a ‘unified theory’ of depression.”(Rose,134)
Left or Right
The mistaken, the misunderstood
Study, research, inquiry
Deeper thought, searching too hard
How do we use theory accurately to prescribe what we need?
What is the remedy if not a thing?
Penetrate the mind and journey to the heart
Connect these organs beyond the physical blood streams only to return to the beginning…
Or what is thought to be
What is thought to be if not a thing?
A machine like the body is never perfect
Every system has its flaws
Fear…Control…Lost
Paint a picture to document the journey
Large scale, microscopic, literally invisible by any measuring tool
Not that the presence is a problem
It is simply in need of a name
Inconceivable by onlookers to grant legitimacy
Disregard for feeling by the people as a whole or the person in their self?
How much farther? What distance will be scoped for the answers desired?
Artists continue moving with uncertainty but somehow create the remarkable without any thought
Meditative movements now break through barriers
Now null and void be these barbed wires
Mere paper tape these artists’ blocks seem
Threshold now met
Defiance in lieu of the terms
This diagnosis cannot and will not conquer me