One More Sonnet

Category: philosophy

  • Forged or Forced

    Forged or Forced

    It’s not that these are different: so unlike
    that resemblance must be forged or forced
    from two extremes. It’s not that hard to strike
    agreement; one that’s logically endorsed.
    The fear of difference is a sad disease,
    a limiting malady; one that’s stoked
    by judgement (prejudice) and jealousies:
    stoked by greed; too easily provoked;
    too easily given voice of reason;
    dressed as patriotic (us not them).
    As contrast sees many, difference sees one.
    It’s from a single cell that many stem.
    . Be not divided by difference, delight
    . in contrast, sing of all things bold and bright.

    © Tim Grace, 7 October 2012

    To the reader: When an image is drained of definition we can manipulate its balance to achieve a better effect. Toggling the tonal quality adjusts the play of light and colour. Too much light and the image is saturated with colour. Any over-compensation risks distortion. The trick is to graduate changes with care so that shadows, lines and temperature strike a natural pose.

    To the poet: In any act of distortion, there’s a point at which an adjustment disagrees with reality; the exaggerated affect stretches belief. Over-emphasis is the literary equivalence of photographic saturation. In concluding a sonnet there’s a risk of rising to a climactic couplet, a crescendo of pretentious agreement… “sing of all things bold and bright” may have met the tipping point?

     

    image

  • To this point…

    To this point…

    To this point, there’s a statement of intent:
    the sending of a message; the promise
    to commit; it’s this sets the precedent,
    this then becomes the line of sight, from this
    all else is judged upon delivery.
    Against what’s known, what’s been, new things are judged:
    held account; tested for transparency;
    valued for clarity … dismissed if smudged.
    The purity of truth is honesty:
    revered as the path to enlightenment;
    it’s the well-spring of possibility;
    a straight approach without impedement.
    . For those who are driven by conviction,
    . be not distracted by contradiction.

    © Tim Grace, 6 October 2012

     

    To the reader: Up to a point, most of us can hold opposing points of view without losing face or sleep. The internal debate over right and wrong, good and bad is instructive. Occasionally, gaps widen and curious differences become stark and polarised. Through choice, we abandon one idea for another and our personal conflict is resolved. Through good government, mature societies can do the same: we live with contradiction but not hipocracy.

    To the poet: “Is the line concise on contradiction?” Unpacking, then reassembling a ten-syllable sequence created for poetic effect is a bit of a stretch; for reader and poet. On the way to a logical conclusion there are many distracting alternatives; rhyme being the most significant. As one rhyme demands another the margin of error widens and the meaningful target becomes less and less a possibility. You can feel it happening… but like bike and tree there’s a fatal attraction to disaster!

     

    To a point... To a point…
    Picture Source:
    http://youtu.be/06J1GLnvIss