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the phrase in my previous post occurred to me while i was walking back home today after getting some coffee, specifically when i touched my hand to some leaves on an overhanging branch of a tree.
(for easy reference:
the leaves of the trees are a language
that rustles softly in my mind)
fortunately, i had paper and pen with me and wrote it down. immediately after this, a number of phrases modelled on the same "formula" came to mind, in this order:
the light of the stars is a song
that sparkles gently in my heart
the scent of the night is a caress
that courses lovingly over my skin
the colours of the rainbow are a painting
that vibrates quietly in my soul
While all of these are pretty, I suppose, I noticed something curious about them. The first one, about the leaves of the trees, feels very "pure" somehow, whereas the successive ones get increasingly more "contrived", as though the original essence of inspiration were getting progressively more diluted. (I wonder how many until there would be no recognizable particle of the original substance?)
(for easy reference:
the leaves of the trees are a language
that rustles softly in my mind)
fortunately, i had paper and pen with me and wrote it down. immediately after this, a number of phrases modelled on the same "formula" came to mind, in this order:
the light of the stars is a song
that sparkles gently in my heart
the scent of the night is a caress
that courses lovingly over my skin
the colours of the rainbow are a painting
that vibrates quietly in my soul
While all of these are pretty, I suppose, I noticed something curious about them. The first one, about the leaves of the trees, feels very "pure" somehow, whereas the successive ones get increasingly more "contrived", as though the original essence of inspiration were getting progressively more diluted. (I wonder how many until there would be no recognizable particle of the original substance?)
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Date: Jun. 15th, 2003 09:41 pm (UTC)From:I realized that happening when I used to write poetry. That's nice to think about because alot of people write in terms like that. It starts out with a particular object/substance and just describing it. But as we go more in depth, it starts to fade away even though it is still there.
When I write, I believe that it's okay for this particualr thing to happen as long as you realize that it is going on and your words fit in with that substance and for it to not just be there.
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Date: Jun. 16th, 2003 02:29 am (UTC)From:beautiful
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Date: Jun. 16th, 2003 12:35 pm (UTC)From:Not that I can think of. These snippets just come to me sometimes.