Beauty in Words

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Written by Morgan

hades_and_persephone_2_by_sandara

Poetry is the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty in Words.
Edgar Allan Poe

Need anything more truly be said? And yet, since I have the inclination to natter, I shall attempt to agree, poetically.

And by agreeing to say that there is nothing worth saying that could ever be said, even in the starkest form, that is not, by some measure and in the generalist terms, some form of poetic entrancement; for if, in speaking or writing, we utter anything at all worth saying, it shall be remembered; and if something is remembered, it can be considered remarkable enough to have made remembrance worthwhile, which leads one to the eventual conclusion that, if it is worthwhile to be recollected, there must be some form or nature in it that catches the imagination, sparks the well-spring of contemplation or illuminates musings and that, being colourfully or creatively inspired is, in its most basic state, a creation of beautiful words that should be deemed poetry.

(excuse me while I gasp for breath!)

Having said as much, of course the opposite is also true and begs to be argued: that the inestimably horrible, atrocious and staggeringly inane is also imprinted upon our minds in a similar fashion as the most lovely sonnet or passing fair soliloquy and, to follow this particular train of rationale to its logical yet absurd conclusion, must therefore also be considered a form of poetry; although some (including myself) would vehemently argue that such assaults on the psyche are hardly worthy of the title, yet to be fair and even-handed it must be stipulated.

(Ok I promise, no more caffeine for me!)

Alas, alack for me, and all those who call themselves Poet, to be mixed with such baser matter that I (and perhaps you as well) would never, willingly, undertake to read or promote; nevertheless, where there is one there is always the other. Where there is Light, there is dark. Where there is Good, there is also Bad. (Where there is Chocolate, there is also Vanilla.) And although some may argue that one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter (with which I should in most cases concur) I cannot in good conscience agree with the subsequent postulation that all poetry, despite its thematic structure or outpouring is, by its very nature, Beauty in Words.

Where does that leave us then? You may ask with that quizzical expression, yet again, upon your face? (which does tend to happen a lot when I start blathering on)

I return to Poe, master (as I see it) of both sides of the poetic coin, who said: Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. Edgar Allan Poe

And thus, by saying that there is always Light and Dark, Right and Wrong, Beauty and Ugliness, is to say there is, or at least should be, Balance in everything. But to let one side of the coin rule the other, to let the darkness overshadow the light, or to let the atrocities to over rule the kindness is to live out of joint, which bring me to Hamlet (though it may have seemed you might escape that under the circumstances) who said: “Time is out of joint. O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right.”

And therein lies the paradox, or at least, the challenge. Do I Shine my Light or do I snuff it out in support of darkness? Do I Stand on the mountaintop and extol Liberty or do I hide in the safety of my home and shake my head ruefully? Do I proclaim Beauty in my Art with every fiber of my being, or do I bow to the pressure of sales, rating, and stats, producing something other than what would shimmer and glimmer, touch lives and speak quietly to hearts? It is a choice worth considering and a decision well worth making, though some may disagree with my logic and call me as mad as some named (or still name) Hamlet.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork of Hades and Persephone by: *sandara at Deviantart.com

24 Comments

  1. being an oxygen “patient” which to me is an oxymoron..while reading this at half point I needed to stop and breathe harder because I was out of breath !! My brain is used up for the rest of this day 😉 I need a nap 🙂

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  6. For without darkness there would be no light and without the light there would be no darkness. For both are dependent upon each other for their expression to be fully appreciated.

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    1. we do have two sides, that is true. It is learning how to balance them and not to let one over rule the other that makes the ART possible, I believe.

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  8. Whenever a paradox is happening, to me, it seems the closest we can ever get to anything called ‘truth’ (a word I use with care, what do we really know?). Nothing is, yet everything is. It’s not in ‘or’ it’s in ‘and’ happening simultaneously. It’s not about balancing duality, it’s navigating in paradoxes…
    Great post!

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      1. Morgan, of course you may!!!
        I will love to see what you come up with!
        I have written a lot about paradoxes myself, with or without calling it by name, I think it lives in the space between the lines. The simplicity in a paradox is mind-blowing! Literally, which is always great, when the mind blows, everything falls away and something intrinsic and profound takes it’s place… the absolute unknown becomes known, in a timeless glimpse, always on time 😉
        Like A Danish writer; Paul La Cour, wrote on the nature of the poet and poetry; “when we truly forget ourselves, we become ourselves” I think this is what happens when an artist creates, they step aside or even more so, somehow seize to exist and all there is, is the art pouring through. In that moment the artist becomes the art, the mystery, the everything and the nothing…
        Ok, I’ll stop writing now. lol!!

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      2. Wow…you need to post that 🙂 (other than in my comments ) because that is awesome and so very very true! This is what happens to me. I sit down, close my eyes, and start typing. and the words just flow!

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      3. 🙂 It’s funny, a lot of my writing comes through email exchanges, which is exactly as you described, it writes itself, words flow. However, unlike you, I can’t just close my eyes and write. I need a ‘listener’, a tricker somehow (which also can be a photograph).
        So thank you for listening!! I might put it into some writing for a post.
        By all means, please don’t let it hold you back if words comes to you to write! Would love to see your delicacy with words unfold on paradoxes.

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      4. I took you up on your offer. Tomorrow you will see a poem of mine on Paradoxes 🙂

        Always enjoy listening, and exchanging, as I, too, often find inspiration in the mix 🙂

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