Before entering this
course, I was unaware that Surrealism originated as a literary movement. I had only
studied Surrealism in art as an advent-guard movement that sought to release
the creative potential of the unconscious mind.
When I think of surrealist artwork, I think of irrational juxtaposition
of objects and familiar images. I found it interesting to see surrealism in
poetry, the disembodied voice that creates mindful contradictions.
Just like surrealist
art, the literature can be confusing. To me, lines of Joyce Mansour’s poetry
were difficult to comprehend. I think this is because they have ambiguous
meanings, and it’s challenging to try to piece together what message is trying
to be conveyed. Nonetheless, many of her lines are magical. One of my favorite
lines in “Blue Like a Desert” is “The nomad under his tent listens to the time
screeching on the gravel of insomnia” (line 17,18). A nomad, one who moves
constantly, hears “time screeching.” Time as human made construct is outpouring
a shrill cry, possibly because it’s fed up with its metaphorical existence.
“Gravel of insomnia,” is such an obscure connection. What I enjoy about these
poems collectively is the breaking of rational and elimination of the limitations of
logic.
Magic is highly dangerous
ReplyDeleteprecisely cuzz it opens the
doors for demons to infest
your indelible body...
Make Your Choice -SAW