Letting go of all my self defence As if I might touch all of you at once I opened up my body to the winds And covered you by lying skin to skin
In the cradle of my being held Like an infant needing mother’s aid I did not move to break the chysallis Both of us were melting in that space
Whose the hand and whose the mind that work Metaphors may guide and also hurt Remorseless is the process that goes on Until the new forms break this one to one
At last the work is done, the task complete Dead or living, this is no defeat
I have been writing poetry which obviously uses metaphors. I notice a lot of metaphors are based on terms used in art especially drawing.
Ultimately most metaphors must be based on something concrete in the real world. There are probably a lot of metaphor based on growing things in your garden. Based on our existence as objects in the real world and our bodies therefore and our minds
Don’t run before you can walk. Mathematics is studied from very simple levels to The heights of abstractions so don’t try to learn calculus before you have mastered arithmetics
In that sentence master is a metaphor we don’t literally master arithmetic but we could master a wild horse or another person. There’s nowhere else for metaphor to come from than the world of our senses. And that will vary somewhat for everybody especially in different countries different places different work situations personal relationships etc
Willpower is often lacking but we can take a horse to the water but we can’t make it drink
I’m going to solve this problem if it’s the last thing I do.
That feels stupid because if you die after you solve the problem you won’t know that is is solved will you?
Sometimes it’s good to widen your view. Tunnel vision limits you.
Focusing on a very small part of the outside world is necessary at times but it can also be dangerous when you look down your footpath and it looks clear but if you had a broader view you might see there is a lion in the field next to your house
If you are looking at anything you will see it differently if you
Take a step back.
Get things in perspective
See things rom a different angle
And turn things over in your mind.
So I am going to write about this eventually because I think it’s very interesting.
I’m frequently impressed when I remember sayings adages, things my mother used to say which are often related to bodily states
When I couldn’t find my glasses I was searching nervously or frantically and only found them when I gave up…..
I remembered my mother saying
You can’t see, for looking.
This is very interesting because like language itself and the developments from it these are coming from the lips of ordinary People. And they’re recognisinhg something which is only in the last hundred years been scientifically described I believe.
There are two kinds of seeing
Very focussed seeing.. narrow purposive vision… This is when we’ve got some thing which our mind is pinned on to and we ignore everything else apart from that very narrow bit of the world that we see very intently. We can also switch into this when we’re under stress, severe stress sometimes.
Then there is the way that the owl must look when it is looking from the tree for something to eat
Wide vision where you’re not focusing sharply on any individual spot in the landscape but your eyes widened and you’re scanning the whole at once. When the owl sees something then he or she must switch into the sharply focused mode and swoop down to catch the little beast that was spotted so the owl could have something to eat
I think artists also will be familiar with this. The eye muscles have to be relaxed which will happen spontaneously when necessary or sometimes you can do it deliberately. There are breathing techniques and relaxation techniques which can switch into this mode
Going back to the adage
You can’t see for looking.
See refers to broad vision with the eye muscles relaxed
And ,cleverly, looking refers to sharply focused vision
So if you’re looking too hard you can’t see
Well it took me 48 hours to find my glasses
I had taken them off in my bedroom to put some sunscreen on my face and then I couldn’t find them
I was looking in the bedroom for them
But when I found them they were downstairs in the sitting room
I wasn’t even trying to find them them and I’d given up completely
My old ones are adequate for most purposes but nevertheless if you if you wear glasses you know that having the ones you’re used to especially for reading is really very important and some of us feel incomplete without them.
I’m always grateful when I find something and I often look up at the sky and say
Thank you.
And thank you to all those human beings that came before us and left us wisdom in these sayings. And this was long before they were schools and universities and other learning organizations.
I sometimes think that we are getting less intelligence as time goes on.
My heart was in my mouth [so I had to eat suck it all day which gave my thumb a rest] My heart sank [ to the bottom of the pond in Barrow Bridge] I fell head over heels in love with a cat.[That’s why I had no children as inter-species marriage is not yet allowed but soon it will be here] I could not swallow his excuse as my mouth was full of chocolate buttons I had torn off my uniform..well they looked like chocolate] That is hard to digest.[So may I please spit it out?] I spat him out [but he came back as he was on an elastic rope]
I was wondering if new phrases come into existence now and I don’t recall any.Is it because we are no longer so involved in creating our language or because there are experts in academia who study it.At one time ordinary people made buildings etc and m ust have developed skills in geometry etc from a practical point of view.And it was they who invented writing and numbers etc not people in Universities who do not create but analayse and criticise and study signs and connections. So has the rise of experts made us stupider than people were in the past?Is it poets who invent new idioms?
My eyes nearly leaped out of my head when he passed by… Luckily I had put superglue down the sides of them at breakfast time. My hands grasped the nettle and I almost threw the flowers at his head.Then he said: You are the hoover of my soul. Walls have fears,you know. A rolling brick gathers no floss. I patted him on the wreck and we parted with no acrimony and no real money either.What is acrimony? I’m a pharisee and ‘i’m ok.Jewish by right and a whirling prayer. I can’t live without hue or colour Tint me this day.oh Lord. Does God sell salt on the internet.He has a Lot.Sorry Lot’s wife.Does it clatter?