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Sunday, November 16, 2008
cat & poem lovers
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for my cat & poem lovers
"A poem is a thing
that i decide is a poem
after I write it
as a poem or nopoem
but publish it as a poem
now decide again what's a poem."
David Avidan
I start thinking he was a snob for a reason.
ilanka
Thanks a lot for the poem, Ilanka. I was a bit sorry to discover, it had no cats in it. Typical poem by Avidan, a man afflicted with a sense of cosmic importance and a rediculously inflated self confidence. But also fascinating. While Baudelaire, a man more humble, has a nice cat poem, maybe I can find it in English on the net. Wait and see!
Maybe there is a cat in Avidan's poem after all. Recall Heisenberg's principal of indeterminacy? Remember Schrodinger's cat? It's about a disjuctional cat that could be dead and alive at the same time if it is linked to a subatomic event that may or may not take place. Like in Avidan's poem, the poem may or may not be a poem if it is attached to Avidan's whims and vagaries of mood and emotion.
Thanks a lot for the poem, Ilanka. I was a bit sorry to discover, it had no cats in it. Typical poem by Avidan, a man afflicted with a sense of cosmic importance and a rediculously inflated self confidence. But also fascinating. While Baudelaire, a man more humble, has a nice cat poem, maybe I can find it in English on the net. Wait and see!
ReplyDeleteThe Cat by Charles Baudelaire
ReplyDeleteCome, superb cat, to my amorous heart;
Hold back the talons of your paws,
Let me gaze into your beautiful eyes
Of metal and agate.
When my fingers leisurely caress you,
Your head and your elastic back,
And when my hand tingles with the pleasure
Of feeling your electric body,
In spirit I see my woman. Her gaze
Like your own, amiable beast,
Profound and cold, cuts and cleaves like a dart,
And, from her head down to her feet,
A subtle air, a dangerous perfume
Floats about her dusky body.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
i am waiting.
ReplyDeletewill try to write a little cat poem especially for you.
Maybe there is a cat in Avidan's poem after all. Recall Heisenberg's principal of indeterminacy? Remember Schrodinger's cat? It's about a disjuctional cat that could be dead and alive at the same time if it is linked to a subatomic event that may or may not take place. Like in Avidan's poem, the poem may or may not be a poem if it is attached to Avidan's whims and vagaries of mood and emotion.
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