The wattage of insight

I started to write my paper and I thought back how I've not memorized The Idea of Order at Key West. I've read through it many times and I still cannot come to one conclusion why the sea is the starting point for the song. I mean it is really possible to sing "beyond" the sea? We have a better map of the moon's dark side than we do of all the ocean's floor. It's very perplexing to me but then I suppose "the lights in the fishing boats anchored there" wouldn't look different, wouldn't feel different of even sound different. At the beginning of class I wanted to refute being able to sing above or beyond the sea. Now I'm reverent in arguing why we ever wouldn't sing with the sea as a backdrop for humanity. This may not make sense but it doesn't have too because questions are anything but and end. What I get from the poem is a regeneration of ideas. A reflection of how I would praise the nothingness and the everythingness the sea exudes. I get an idea to write a poem that may not seem like its has anything to do with the ocean. Yet, it does because I built every line off of the one line that mentions "sea" in it. It goes like this and I call it......Terracotta Daydreams-

In the future

There are water wars and tombstones on mars.

But who decides the epitaph of the aftermath?

After all it will be the first in the heavens from the earth.

Shall it really even be a stone?

Would terracotta be epitomizing or ironic or both?

Cemeteries and funerals of intergalactic tragedy

Are imminent because future explorers seek to see.

How will bodies decay in the red dirt?

Will we wrap their bodies in preserving bubble wrap?

Religions of many might just want their gods stamp on that wrap.

As the solar system waits stampeding human feet,

I digress out yearn for new tie dye space suits.

What other colors shall indicate and promote virgin atmospheric peace?

How soon will the fresh water of this world deplete?

These questions for just one more decade I’ll keep.

Years of remembrance much faster pass us by.

Sometimes I stick out my thumb or wave goodbye.

I wish earth could frequently idle.

But I suppose the stars wouldn’t twinkle.

Well, my fellow humans this week will end.

And what ever happens this evening

Don’t you force it mortal being!

Wait, wonder and dream without thinking

Because the people of tomorrow contend their most memorable advice

had always come in from a day of sailing

They said “let the sea indulge your vice."

So it must not matter if there are plans of terraforming,

Planet claiming or inevitable intergalactic globalization.

The future as it unfolds doesn’t need to track us in time.

It only matters momentarily our descendant’s tombstones shine.

So in the meantime, if the globe will allow I’ll just sway back into rest and recline.

it's been a while

I'm posting on the holiday because everyone is sleeping right now. I was scanning the house and I noticed most of the books in my folks house are either about Montana history or left over Spanish books from my dad's college days. I wish I could read Norwegian. When I was little my aunt would send us Norwegian children's books. I always loved flipping back through them. I have no idea what the content is but I can tell the story through the lovely photos. I know every other chapter is centered around a season. The fall seasons show little trolls chopping wood in late afternoon light with a very medieval looking axe. I especially like the winter chapter because the troll family has perhaps the coolest wooden ski sleds I've ever seen. The summer chapter has many trolls fishing and swimming but somehow I think the illustrations show some kind of conflict. They show the encroachment of different looking trolls. At least that is what I remember viewing when I was younger but now my perception is different. Flipping through it now I seem to notice the "other" trolls look like people with human qualities. It seems the encroachment of humans slowly forced the trolls deeper into the fjords. The last few illustrations of the children's book show the disguise of the trolls in daily summer life. It's Norse mythology I somehow understand without being able to read the language. It kind of makes me feel like Sancho. Exposed to something long enough and inevitably you will start to exude it's qualities. I used to think the books didn't show anything real but I now think differently. I'm sure they live in disguise in the world even if I can read their names or the dialogue on the page. The illustrations have been with me every holiday when I've been bored at home. In the time I do flip back I now know what "eternity within an hour" really is. If could read the language in the book I wouldn't have as much artistic allusion. What's left for me to interpret from foreign illustrations is the perpetual imagination of what I want them to be. I'm sure it'll change the next time I flip back through it but that's exactly what I want, nothing the same yet repeated again and again.

plerosis/ kenosis

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thinking about the first half-

I finally made it! I'm half way through- The second part of the Ingenious Gentlemen, Don Quixote of La Mancha awaits me. I must say I feel odd about what I remember from the first part. At some points I was thoroughly intrigued by Quixote's rants. A other times I couldn't wait to read the reaction of other character's. Especially one of the latest scenes where Quixote says to the goatherd "You are a villain and a scoundrel, and you are the one who is vacant and foolish; I have more upstairs than the whore who ever bore you did" Wow- talk about intense insulting. Quixote crosses the line of flighting much too often. As least he may think most conversations are fun from the beginning. I think Sancho considers himself sane but I don't really want to regard him as realist. Even though that may be true I'd rather think of him as expected any friend would do in reaction to "real" social tensions. The first part of the novel I'm still letting incubate on my thoughts. As a reader responding, which is what I prefer to do before anything else- I think Don Quixote does not purposely step over his social boundaries but rather invites everyone to believe in chivalrous duty without being timid about the consequences. He knows what his doing, and he always accurately forecasts what anybody's response will be to his words. I think that's why his rants always come full circle. He insinuates a dire question and refutes his arguments that convey why he asks such questions in the first place. As far as having a critical literary theme to interpret the first have of the book I can't say any would be better than one another. New historicism might love the end notes but that almost would be reading rhetorically and commenting more on the references than the actual text itself. Psychoanalytic theory could have their way with Quixote but I'm sure nothing would be concretely accessible. For all of Don Quixote's rants that might help allude to a psychological condition I highly doubt any of those reasons would be a legitimate commentary. It's because all of Don Quixote's rants make sense. They all mean exactly what he means them to mean and to try and say they mean something else is ridiculous. Sancho is hooked by this. He is hooked how Quixote seems to make sense to himself but the world doesn't make sense of him. Being illiterate, Sancho sees the opportunity to become educated by an unconventional standard in the service of Don Quixote. So perhaps he is the first in the many groups of folk that will start to accept Quixote's quest. Of course I'm just speculating at this point but even if I'm wrong I know Sancho will learn something without realizing it.