Wisdom from poetry

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wisdom from poetry
is like wine
from wild, uncultivated grapes.

[firefangled]

Wisdom from poetry
is like wine
from wild, uncultivated grapes.


How ironic that this is very wise.

Kind of like the old logic statement: Everything in this sentence is false.


I might have said, ...is often like wine/

There are poems that pair poetry and wisdom well.

[Delta40]

lol. some of my poetry is like cranberries, which gush right through me!

[PrinceMyshkin]

How ironic that this is very wise.

Kind of like the old logic statement: Everything in this sentence is false.


I might have said, ...is often like wine/

There are poems that pair poetry and wisdom well.

Although when I first wrote those lines, I thought of them as being in praise of the rough, wild wisdom that might be found in poetry, the wisdom that had not necessarily been fashioned as wisdom, no more than the untended grapes had ever been expected to produce wine, I later came to feel that whatever merit there might be in those lines was in their ambiguity: like the wine that might be pressed from those grapes, the qualities of which could never be anticipated or duplicated, in just such a way whatever wisdom might be found in poetry would be, almost, accidental, unplanned for, spontaneous. And, on the other hand, both the wine and the wisdom might be sour, unpalatable...

(And you depreciated yourself in another response as "long-winded" in your explanations! What might you say of my explanation?!)

[paperleaves]

WOW, Prince, there you are, with your concise, wise, beautiful poems that bring me to bow in front of the screen with awestruck eyes and a joyful heart! How wonderful you are at being you and making us love you all the more!



love
Kate

[MorpheusSandman]

Actually Prince, I think I read it exactly as you stated above. I love the metaphoric equation you present here. As usual, so economical and aphoristic itself.

[firefangled]

Although when I first wrote those lines, I thought of them as being in praise of the rough, wild wisdom that might be found in poetry, the wisdom that had not necessarily been fashioned as wisdom, no more than the untended grapes had ever been expected to produce wine, I later came to feel that whatever merit there might be in those lines was in their ambiguity: like the wine that might be pressed from those grapes, the qualities of which could never be anticipated or duplicated, in just such a way whatever wisdom might be found in poetry would be, almost, accidental, unplanned for, spontaneous. And, on the other hand, both the wine and the wisdom might be sour, unpalatable...

(And you depreciated yourself in another response as "long-winded" in your explanations! What might you say of my explanation?!)

I think your later observation of your amazingly succinct lines is the truer. Although, I will be the first to admit that some poetry rises from the soul intact from the wild grapes in us all and requires nothing. Do you think this happens very often?

[PrinceMyshkin]

I think your later observation of your amazingly succinct lines is the truer. Although, I will be the first to admit that some poetry rises from the soul intact from the wild grapes in us all and requires nothing. Do you think this happens very often?

With me it happens far less often than I would like it to. When I review my poems I see a sometimes sharp distinction between the inspired and the manufactured ones. The latter are sometimes fun to write, maybe more of a challenge, but usually it's the former that I wonder at.

With your poems, if something of the same distinction applies, it would be hard if not impossible to tell which is which.

[Bar22do]

Wisdom from poetry
is like wine
from wild, uncultivated grapes.


It makes me think of: "Nichnas yayin yotz'e sod" (In comes the wine out comes the secret) which puts it all in still another perspective...
And I love these lines, though to my taste they stop too soon (as if due to some mysterious act of ostracism...), goes to say I like to read what you write!
Thank you.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It makes me think of: "Nichnas yayin yotz'e sod" (In comes the wine out comes the secret) which puts it all in still another perspective...
And I love these lines, though to my taste they stop too soon (as if due to some mysterious act of ostracism...), goes to say I like to read what you write!
Thank you.

Thank you. These three lines were, as it were, an inspiration, but I didn't think at first that they could stand on their own, but what I created to follow them somewhat lacked the music I felt in the first lines. The intended successors to them have become, instead, a separate poem, "Three Aphorisms," to be posted later.

[PrinceMyshkin]

lol. some of my poetry is like cranberries, which gush right through me!

Perhaps you need to add a bit of turkey to your poems?

[PrinceMyshkin]

WOW, Prince, there you are, with your concise, wise, beautiful poems that bring me to bow in front of the screen with awestruck eyes and a joyful heart! How wonderful you are at being you and making us love you all the more!



love
Kate

Sorry that I was slow to acknowledge this but of course I appreciate it deeply!

Love,
Jer

[blazeofglory]

How ironic that this is very wise.

Kind of like the old logic statement: Everything in this sentence is false.


I might have said, ...is often like wine/

There are poems that pair poetry and wisdom well.

There is paradox-ism, wisdom, witticism and what not in this poem and of course I am gone amok, drunk with this poem.

[PrinceMyshkin]

There is paradox-ism, wisdom, witticism and what not in this poem and of course I am gone amok, drunk with this poem.

Many thanks, Blaze.