It seems to me that the concept of empire making or maintaining thro
poetry writing has to be more clearly defined. The root criteria must be
an analysis that assesses whether a poem is merely by a British or
American writer ( or other nationalism ) and whether the work itself
speaks for the Nation as a culture or expresses only a supercilious /
colloquial reality of the individual , perhaps understood and shared by a
minority of readers.
This understanding also points the way of Art, as a development through
Transcendentalism and Universalism. Transcendentalism points the way from
the individual / colloquial to the Universal. In reality this is a path
from Supercilious experience.....shared and understood by the majority
of ones national fellows........( thereby becoming a voice of the nation
...creating empire). Where the experience is shared by huge numbers beyond
that Nationalism also then the work transcends National Empire-ism and
tends towards Global Universalism as an experience common to all members
of humanity. The key to transcendentalism as an experience of sharing
with others is in the basic criteria of good communication itself.
An experience may be universal but if it is not communicated in an
accessible manner then it may never be recognised as such. This does not
reject the continual development of language as a medium of shared
experience. However it does reject all those Lang-po writers who hide
behind anarchic deconstructionism as having anything particular to say at
all. They should be encouraged to develop their will to write in such a
manner as they are able to communicate something real to share with
others, rather than rant for the sake of ranting, especially when that
tends towards the degradation of human culture in general. That
degradation of human culture is not simply raising up the worst aspects of
human beingness as being the only things we can share as common
experience, but is expressed in the deconstruction of the very forms of
literary communication themselves. In short, such intentions can only
bring about the destruction of all intelligent communication at all.
Having a voice as a writer can be taken for granted by each and everyone
for themselves. What one uses it for is another matter. Do post modernist
deconstructionists for example tend towards '' The destruction of all
communication '' or do they deconstruct cultural barriers that inhibit
the development of transcendentalist, global universalism. The latter
encourages shared understanding through communication . The former merely
nullifies communicating at all. The assessment of Empire, might then also
be more correctly contextualised as former British or American. New Post
Modern Empire ( as a development out of the activities of
de-constructionists ), British or American or other Nationalism......
or.....New Empire as Global Universalism where de-constructionism is
evidently geared towards the breaking all nationalisms as an act of
transcendence and emergence into the Global Village. In that sense all
post modern New Empire movements within nationalisms, can be properly
identified as those which tend towards the experience of the individual
in Global Universalism, as an act of transcendence for each. The negative
de-constructionists nullify not only communication but shared anything.
That is reductionism and isolation and superciliousness.
Shouting at the Wind.
A walk upon the shore,
Amidst high winter's voices.
The crash and boom of eternal waves.
The rush and draw, sigh and gasp
before the turbulent verdigris deeps
Launch forth assaults with mighty roars.
Splendid dragons capering advance,
White breath stopping just short of our toes
Upon the verge of their domain,
While whirling buffets of intangible power
Entice and hurl our minds and forms
Into spaces and soft walls of sound,
To trip and stumble on shifting sands
That tremble in fractured stability.
Just there, my daughter child,
Immersed in the wonder, almost hovering
Where dragons dissolve in the land.
Floating, translucent to the furies,
Incipient flight, wings of light
Born to ride the storm.
So too here, my son, in joyous fury,
Form enfolded to my own raging heart,
Finds his voice, dragon-heart cry,
To meet those of deeps and heavens
In eternal tournament defy,
Yet should I release them
From this anchoring grasp,
Not yet, not yet...young warriors Bright.
Rickki.F.J.
(Rickki & The Sundraigons)
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