Skeleton Architecture April 11, 2012
Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, People, Poetry.trackback
Wikipedia ~ Skeleton (in Public Domain)
Joss shared a fluid excerpt from a book by Audre Lorde, in a post titled Poetry. The excerpt ended:
We can train ourselves to respect our feelings, and to discipline (transpose) them into a language that matches those feelings so they can be shared.
And where that language does not yet exist, it is our poetry which helps to fashion it. Poetry is not only dream or vision, it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.
That last line jumped out at me:
Poetry is not only dream or vision, it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.
So true.
Poetry and prose linked together allow us to communicate our concerns and considerations with the world.
Wikipedia ~ Skeleton (in Public Domain)
Communication
Communion
Common union
Community
Unity
One world.
One people.
One planet.
One future.
The skeleton
Bare bones
Architecture
Of our lives
Aah . . . that’s better!
Spirit Lights The Way 
That line is ever so true. Poetry and prose move the soul because someone has managed to say what we feel deep within.
Yes . . . inner resonance surfaces and we nod knowingly.
Hang on, dear skelleton, just one minute more…
or else, poor skelleton, you’ll find yourself on the floor!
(Yeah.. sorry. My poetic liscence was revoked a LONG time ago).
🙂
Your liscence with spelling knows no bounds, SIG. (I mean that in the nicest possible way.) 😉
Why is my spellcheck not underlining anything today?
Hahaha… I was just proud of myself for coming up with two words that sound similar! You expect me to worry about trivial details like ‘spelling’?!
🙂
Your comment, dear SIG, has me rolling on the floor
Crying out for mercy . . . no more! no more! 😆
Poetry is something I’ve only gotten into reading through bloggers who write it, and I’m sorry for all the time I felt intimidated by it.
The value of poetry, like art and beauty, lies in the beholder. Its depth depends upon our perception.
I used to write poetry many years ago and at the time it was a healing balm emotionally. Even if no one read it, just the act of writing from deep within me was amazingly healing.
Yes. My favorite poems are those written in short-hand to capture and convey a moment, nuance, or reflection which moves us from “there” to “here.”
I read more poetry when I was younger, but then rarely! I have recently been challenged (by you and a few other chosen bloggers) to consider that I may be missing something! I think it’s that I haven’t stopped long enough to really enjoy the qualities that come with poetry…sitting without a hurried eye! I have written a very little bit of poetry to commemorate a few very meaningful moments–in those brief spurts I did feel they were the “skeleton architecture” of my life. You’ve tapped into something here I need to revisit, Nancy. I just love the photo of the three women, too. They exude rich experiences! Debra
This post came out NOTHING even remotely like it started. I intended to discuss the distinction between prose (with dotted i’s and crossed t’s) and the more open and fluid rhythm of poety.
That morphed into something altogether different.
Aah, well . . . I can always try again. 😉
For me, the key to poetry is 1~2~3: Read. Relax. Repeat. Allow each word to flow over and through the filter of experience, tickling your memories, extracting truth from fiction.
I work in a communication industry… I just wish the management would learn to communicate 😉 That’s a great line of poetry!
Isn’t that ironic? Communication between and among the ranks at a subpar level . . . even in the communication industry. 😉
Okay, the mounted skeleton is just awesome. Sorry, I’m a Cavalryman.
That skeleton grabbed my attention! Giddyup! 😀
I love what you’ve done with this! wow.
Thanks for the intro to Audre, Joss! As I said to Debra (above):
This post came out NOTHING even remotely like it started. I intended to discuss the distinction between prose (with dotted i’s and crossed t’s) and the more open and fluid rhythm of poetry.
As often happens, that plan morphed into something altogether different.
Commiserate … and I’m out.
Rufus has left the building. 😉
The compression language of poetry can often convey so much more than an explanation
Thanks, BB. That’s more along the lines of what I intended to convey when I started this post. I got sidetracked.
What? It happens. 😀
Wise words, Nancy…although I must say that skeletal horse rider is rather strange 😀
Just the bones, ma’am. Just the bones. 😀
I like certain kinds of poetry. The complicated ones with the big words and ideas that have no relational meaning to me bore me (and make me feel dumb because I don’t ‘get’ them). It’s the simple ones with the right every day words that make me pause and say, ‘wow’!
I’m with you, Janna . . .
Convoluted circuitous caligraphic writing (prose or poem) which requires extensive interpretation doesn’t sustain my interest for long. Crisp clean direct communication is more to my ken.
When it comes to skeletal architechture, I might have access to a certain photograph, that is undoubtedly a collector’s item.
It is an old, black and white picture of New York’s Chrysler Building, taken during the 1920’s when it was under construction. The photo, taken from the 77th floor looks upward to the top of the building, including the spire, when it was all just steel girders; the building’s ‘skeleton’. At the center of the photo, one of the building’s construction crews stands proudly amidst their work. Among the crew members, is my father Rocco D’Andrea, who was among the construction workers, who put up the skyscraper.
For the first 13 years of my life, I lived in the New York City Borough of Queens, on 41st street, half a block north of Queen Boulevard. When I’d stand on the corner facing Manhattan, I’d see from left to right, the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, and the Secretariat Building of the United Nations. Then I’d think, “My father helped build that.”
The photo was in an old album, that I think mignt be in my sister’s possession. I have no idea if there’s any way to have the image posted on the internet; and I definitely don’t want to risk doing anything that might cause it damage.
Sounds like a cool photo, William.
If you or your sister have a printer with a scanner, you can scan the photo to upload it onto the computer. Once there, it can be transferred digitally via e-mail to nieces and nephews, etc.
It doesn’t hurt the photo . . . but it takes a few minutes.
Thank you Nancy. The next time I go to visit my sister, I’ll see what we can do.
Good luck, William. Making digital copies is a good way to preserve and share old photos.
You brought back memories of Audre Lorde at Hunter College where I taught years ago… She was a sprited brilliant soul… Memories.
Awesome! I love when something I write stirs positive memories for others. 😀
The photo reminded me instantly of the stage show in Melbourne War Horse http://www.heraldsun.com.au/entertainment/arts-books/war-horse-puppet-arrives-in-melbourne-ahead-of-auditions/story-fn7euh6j-1226331697225
Thanks, Robyn. I’m about to C~R~A~S~H for the night . . . I feel a bit like a Zombie. I’ll read it tomorrow.
I was wondering how come you were following me from post to post! LOL Sleep well!
This has been FUN . . . chasing you around the site. 😀
I can’t read the article without subscribing . . . and I don’t want to subscribe to anything else right now. I’m drowning in reading material at the moment.
But thanks for the share, Robyn.