Friday, February 27

"...the marriage of true mindes"

Every week when I select a poem for you to read, I choose that which presents itself to me in the most persistent manner. This week it was William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, “the marriage of true mindes”. I shall not tell you what the sonnet is about, because you will find that out if you read the poem carefully, but I’ll tell you one thing. Whenever one reads a poem one should be freely in the possession of the poetic language. In other word, let the poet charm you for that’s his/her job. (The spellings of some words are, as you can see, not our contemporary spellings of words such as doome [doom], foole [fool] and many others. So, it would be wise to have a good olde OED around when you read a 16th-Century poem.

And now, my dear viewers enjoy Sonnet 116.

Let me not to the marriage of true mindes
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration findes,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no, it is an ever fixed marke
That lookes on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to ever wandring barke,
Whose worths unknowne, although his higth be taken.
Lov’s not Times foole, though rosie lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickles compasse come,
Love alters not with his breefe houres and weekes,
But beares it out even to the edge of doome:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved

Thursday, February 26

Discoveries: Early Letters 1938-1975

“…because…I have travelled in a number of countries, I have never been in one yet where there were no distinctions of class, and I think that it is more honest and healthy to acknowledge that fact than to ignore it. Certainly I do not think that it could be maintained successfully that there are no distinctions of class in the United States…democracy as it exists in England and to a considerable extent in Canada, is Political Democracy—that is equality of all men before law; Social Democracy—that is the assumption that all men are of equal value to the state, is not so highly valued, because we cannot conceive ourselves that it is either a true or a valuable belief. Social Democracy, as it concerns good manners between all sections of the population, however, we value very highly
(The Letters of Robertson Davies: Discoveries, p.38)

Monday, February 16

This is...

If you are a regular visitor of this page, you should know that I do not choose a poem unless it speaks with me in a language that is evoking. Usually I look for three elements in a poem and if I like a poem I know that one of those cherished elements must be there or I should not have been interested in it. Firstly, be it a rhythmic verse or a blank one, a poem must show me a working of an imagination. In other word, a poem should be an “implication of a superior form of creation” just like the Greeks would have had it. Secondly, it should come to me as a revelation of a secret, almost divine in nature, and that means that the poet should have been an able creature of vast talent in using the language and words for the sole purpose of revelation. Thirdly, a poem should be a piece of writing that its words “are chosen for their sound and images they suggest,” and not for their “obvious meanings”. So, having explained all that was necessary for me to clear out, we now turn to this week’s selected poem, This Is Just To Say, by William Carlos Williams (1883-1963).

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plumes
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)

A long pause!

After a long pause, I am back again! A little refreshed and more excited than before, because I'd to write notes that are a little personal and subjective, a little more entertaining and bold! A new thing, I know. But, I like new things. For me, new things are like new hopes and dreams; you can depend on them, for they guide you through new discoveries, usually personal and intimate ones.
Anyways, there will be more activities on this blog. That’s a promise.