936 sats \ 6 replies \ @ek 6 Feb \ on: đź“ť plebpoet's original poem + discussion BooksAndArticles
Wow, this is one of very few posts where I actually read the post in full before going to the comments. While reading I actually got excited about the comments.
Just to find there are no comments. That's when I feel bad for SN and want to apologize for everyone else who read this before me and did write no comment. Yes, you got some sats which is a form of appreciation but for reasons, I like it more to receive comments. Like I can feel how some spent some time to write their comments and time is more valuable than sats, right? And some comments are just priceless. Wouldn't exchange them for any amount of sats. Ok, now I'm lying maybe so let's say only for unreasonable amounts.
I read the poem a few times before you started to analyze it and then I read it a few times more when I realized you're going to analyze it as if your analysis will be a test of my analysis.
I think I saw "from a set of rules" and "what isn't molten into what is" as some kind of cycle. And the last two paragraphs are about the cycle of human life and how complex things (modern life) emerge from simple things (molecules). Just like the crystal from the set of rules.
But your analysis is obviously more thorough. It felt a bit like sharing magic tricks ("so that's how you write a good poem?") but I like the transparency into your thought process.
But I wonder: is this your current analysis or do you still remember exactly what you thought when you wrote this poem in September 2021?
As your friend mentioned: it's nice that she can interpret it in her own ways. I wonder if you yourself can also interpret it in your own current ways.
I am guessing the lack of comments might be because it got posted later in the evening, US time. It's the middle of the night here. I'm just awake to let the dog out. I took one look at this post and knew I needed to give it more attention when I wake up in the morning.
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you flatter me, thank u
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lol your comment pushed me to respond. Not that it isn’t a fine poem, but I’m literally typing this out with my baby girl strapped to my chest n my son’s hand clasped in mine. I can only give this a cursory read.
But here’s what struck me. My nick was once faterider - riding the tides of fate. For me, the notion that there can be multiple fates was in itself intriguing. Do the Universe lay out several fates in our lifetime for us to experience the myriad highs and lows of life? Or is there a particular destiny for each of us, just like how some people believe in soulmates?
I too prefer the word schema. My reporting officer used protocol in our recent work review - how I must abide by certain established norms n practices in my school (and not do anything too unprofessional). Guess you can infer that protocol isn’t one of my favourite words haha
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to add some more context about when I wrote this/what I was thinking then, I had been reading Maps of Meaning by Jordan Peterson. I think this poem is my attempt to understand the ideas in that book. I was just beginning to have a renewed faith, but not like the one I'd had before as a kid. This is like my faith growing up. I wouldn't say I have a different perspective now, but I think I could write a new poem about the practice of faith and trust that comes from this framework for the world. maybe?
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