perhaps a poem could be anything just
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From: Håkan Anderson Klinte <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: 05 April 2000 11:10
Subject: indiana jones (2)
| "You're a darling, Indiana."
|
| "I know, I know."
|
| "How are we to get home from this hell?"
|
| "Let's not worry about the enemies for a while.
| I think we're quite safe in this shrubbery.
|
| I mean, that snake is dead, isn't it?
|
| You know we've climbed to this hide-away
| on Wittgenstein's ladder.
|
| Let's try not to get lost in the metaphor-jungle."
|
| "You know that I'm always confused by metaphors, Indy."
|
| "Yea, but what if we got rid of'em?
| What about poetry without any metaphors?"
|
| "Now you're talking."
|
| "What's left then: syntax, rythm, long
| and short sounds in some intricate patterns -
|
| you know, Schönberg's music turned to poetry -
|
| always unexpected patterns, could things
| like that be the basis of poetry?"
|
| "I don't know, Indy, i was quite sure that poetry
| had to be, meter, rhyme and metaphor.
|
| Melody, verse and chorus, speaking of music. Or?"
|
| "Have you not heard of modernism, or even:
| postmodernism, of avant - garde?"
|
| "Yeah, avant - garde, that's French, isn't it?
| Heard it in Montmartre, I think.
|
| But then I went to London and met a fellow
| saying, don't bother about modernism -
|
| it's just a stupid parenthesis. It's like the lists
| you make before going to the supermarket.
|
| Is it?"
|
| "I suppose a list like that in a way
| could also be a poem."
|
| "You're kidding! Could a poem
| be just anything?"
|
| "A good question, baby, I suppose the members of
| the British-Poets Mailbase, would like to answer you."
|
| "Gee, I've almost forgot the wilderness,
| this is interesting!"
|
| "Good."
|
| "Tell me, Indy, could I take one of my old lists
| and publish it as poetry?"
|
| "A good question again. I know a lot of people
| that could answer you there."
|
| "But who are they, Indy."
|
| "I'm a bit worried, the enemy is coming closer.
| Do you have any connection to the world wide web?"
|
| "Please, no more spiders, Indy!
| By the way, who's that Wittgenstein?"
|
| "Well , he's a sort of Red Cross-helper to
| postmodern poets in serious trouble."
|
| "How? Does he drive an ambulance?"
|
| "Yes, a linguistic ambulance filled with
| l=a=n=g=u=a=g=e oxygen and word-plasma. Very handy."
|
| "Couldn't he help us out from this trap?"
|
| "Perhaps he's the only one, that's is
| if you've got his address. He doesn't
|
| like e-mail or faxes and stuff like that,
| we must consider that this is still the thirties."
|
| "Yes, thank heavens it is - and a heroine is
| still a heroine, even if the movie is made much later."
|
| "You're right, come on, give us a kiss."
|
| "Mmm, oh Indy.............."
|
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