[Reader1 and Reader2], Poetry Reader

In this dialogue, the poets talk about how to read and come to a natural conclusion.

R1:  There is no proper way.

R2:  Yes there is.  One, there is no better way, but my opinion is that all poetry is meant to be read aloud.  Two, it should be memorized and written down by the reader to aid with the pleasure of reading it.  There is no proper interpretation, but my own.  In the sense, that is my experience with the poem.

R1:  What about singing, can a poem be more than a nursery rhyme?

R2:  Of course, Vincent by Don McLean is a very good poem.  And I find it easier to remember and more enjoyable because the poem is embedded in a piece of music or a song.

R1:  I think everyone is a poet and they don’t know it.

R2:  Why?

R1:  Because the more you do it the better you get.  Most people do it without knowing it.  I could get into the how’s and why’s but this simple dialogue or chit chat makes us some kind of writer.

R2:  Okay, score a point for you.

 

To Study Poetry, [Poet, Teacher]

In this dialogue, the Poet shows and the teacher tells.  Poetry is becoming song and so is literature.  I imagine these two spirits having this conversation about it.

Poet:  “…the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon…”

Teacher:  This song, Cat’s Cradle by Harry Chapin is a Poem or Story about a man and his son.

P:  “Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?’

T:  This song, A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan was part of the reason, he won the Noble Peace Prize For Literature.

P:  On Love, on Grief

On love, on grief, on every human thing.

Time sprinkles Lethe’s water with his wing.

T:  This poem is only two sentences but is so memorable that you can memorize it without much effort.  Walter Savage Landor wrote it.

Three times at the start I put my teeth on my lower lips to create the consonants in the words “love,” “grief,” “every.”  Again with the three times at the finish, I purse my lips to create the consonants in the words “water,” “with” and “wing.”

P:  You all listen to music.

T:  A possible explanation for story and poetry becoming embedded in song.  But, what is poetry, if not song?

[Venus and Mars], Worlds at War

This is the story of the overarching problems that create a fight among man and woman.  This is about getting along with the mess, the work, the details and the pain.

Her’s:  “Candle of thought…”

His’s:  Road Not Taken ideas.

Her’s:  Reproduction:  sleeping around verses money.

His’s:  Sex verses tall, dark and handsome?

Her’s:  Gimmicky and silly analogies will upset the otherwise down to earth reality.

His’s:  Everyday struggles bar the way to getting through it each day.

Her’s:  Perhaps, it is time to live alone.

His’s:  Maybe, it is best to be around each other less rather than more.

Her’s:  Each person needs to be responsible for who they are, without battling over the little stuff.

His’s:  We build our behaviour by ape like repetition and forgo the detail work of cooperation and collaboration.

Her’s:  Self-help is not the cure or is being single, alone or divorced.

His’s:  Some people are alone for a while to clean up their messy lives.  Others, are with people like friends and family, until they meet and fall for each other, the way people tend to do.  They hookup, go out, live together and then the real living begins.

Her’s:  Getting to know each other’s habits, strengths, and weaknesses and collaboration and cooperation is still necessary weather there is sex, chemistry or good guy behaviour.  Her smile or his are not the please and thank you.  The way is not always nameable.  Talk is not always necessary.

His’s:  Loosing illusions are painful and mostly necessary for cooperation and collaboration.

Her’s:  Be yourself but be your best at whatever is coming up in life.

His’s:  It is your life and your partners or the one you join in epic symphonic or easy listening music style.  You are two people behaving like one, a couple, but don’t get silly or gimmicky about each other.  Stay real, use common sense too!

[Albert Einstein and Richard Feynman], Scientists

In this dialogue, the spirits are two famous Scientists who represent the equivalent of priests in our secular belief system (Science).  I imagine a conversation these two might have about the meaning of the universe.

Albert:  I know your don’t like to talk about the universe in terms like energy is equal to mass times the speed of light squared, but it might save a lot of trouble if I mention a couple of names.

Richard:  You can talk to me like you talk to any other scientist.  I just like keeping a sense of humor.  We can show off a little.

A:  Well, I would like to think some more about the unified field theory or what you might call the meaning of the universe.

R:  Have you heard about that other scientist who coined the name ‘Fractal’?  I think the Mandelbrot set describes bark, clouds, snowflakes.  This is a very original idea.

A:  But yes, of course I have kept up, this scientist you mention has a good idea.  It is making some very practical solutions in reality.  But what about god?  What about rolling the dice?

R:  These fractals can measure coastlines more accurately than ever before.  And in the same sense, we can measure everything in a better way.  These infinately repeating patterns give us a measuring stick for smaller patterns.  I am thinking about the relationship of smaller parts of energy is equal to mass times the speed of light squared.

A:  I see what you mean.  Our guess will be much smaller or more accurate using simple geometry combined with imaginary numbers.  The math is very simple and beautiful.

R:  I realize mass is light and gravity and energy.  I see they are all interchangeable, but look and behave differently depending on the configuration or related to the state of matter.  It is simply a smaller state and a smaller state of matter.

A:  If I follow you, I will try one of your analogies.  I am thinking of rain as a big form of condensation.  I am thinking of condensation as being a big form of atomized water.  Do you see?

R:  Yes, I think I do.  I am thinking atomized water as a big form of meson particles.  We can keep going to smaller and smaller particle to infinity.

A:  I think you can now make your tree.

R:  I can make anything found in the universe.  Perhaps, I can make one or two things we have not (yet) found?

[Me and Friend], Misconstrue 

In this dialogue, the two spirits or characters, represent the devided  self.  Our fundamental misunderstanding has caused harm that will propel us on a greater voyage to find the answer to the problem we started at our beginnings.

Me:  I think you have misread that quote:  “Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it, And-which is more-you’ll be a Man, my son!”

Friend:  The part about “Yours is the earth and everything that is in it…”?

M:  Why?

F:  Because we seem to be rapping ‘the earth’.

[Godiva and Leofric]; Taxation

The “Lady Godiva Ride” is a much celebrated legend that dates back to 13th century.  According to historians, the Godiva , Countess of Mercia, was an English noble woman, who rode naked-covered only by her long hair-through the streets of Coventry to gain a remission of the oppressive taxation that her husband imposed on his tenants.  The “Peeping Tom” for a voyeur, originated from a later version in which a man named Tom watched her ride and was struck blind or dead.  The Earl of Mercia, Leofric, was the lady’s husband.  I imagine what blows they made to propel them into a legend.

Godiva:  Please Lord, allow our tenants a reprieve from taxation this year.

Leofric:  No, no, no!  You are constantly at me to abscond from the only method which pays for the upkeep and operations of these lands.

G:  What right do we have to harm these people.  They do not volunteer to pay for the ‘upkeep and operations of these lands’.

L:  You may have your way, by riding through the streets of Coventry.  But you must do it wearing nothing but your modesty.  Persuade me that it is not your distain that provokes you to question my methods with the people.

G:  Now you oppress me.  Well, I will ride naked through any venue to bring about a better rule.

L:  Good but you may find a “Peeping Tom” to thank you for this modesty you feel down by the tailor’s shop.

G:  I am willing to wear his eye upon me to purge us of the people posing based upon all our need.

L:  So be it, take this Gelding, and ride slowly to earn the change to our law you wished upon this land.