Imagisme
Poetry is what grows your soul, what moves your spirit. Music does it best, but thanks to the imagistes, we know that same laws govern the two arts. When listening to a song, you create all kinds of images connected with your feelings and emotions, like in London Grammar's Hey Now: "you know it is frightening / you know it's like lightning", where the fear of closeness is presented; likening fear to lightning, but the one and the only one which exists is The Arousing, the element of nature, the archetype which electrifies you, gives you drive for movement in abundance. But that movement is towards each other. In a cold night, when lightning strikes a tree, it makes flames; and flames gather people around a fallen burning branch; they cuase one to see the other; it enables communication and communion; that is why fire is The Clinging. The lines of the song shoot to endless bonding, of getting close to each other on and on, all the way to infinity. In mathematics, this would be considered a point in space; but here and now, in this moment, we can take into consideration only the complement of the point in question, and so we get eternity in space and time, but manifested as shrinking all the way to infinity. The thing that needs to shrink is the distance between two people who love each other. Usually, one soul is aware of all this, and tries to get as closer as possible, while the other is affraid of such overwelming beauty and power; but this is a topic for another discussion. Here, I dare say that London Grammar is an imagiste band. Their songs are minimalistic in ornaments, in words, but the meaning of their texts is brutally empowerd by the esthetics of their music, both in instruments (vocals included, since the vocal cords are an instrument) and lyrics.
An image could be said to be a lense which perfectly catches the moment, but sends out an unforgettable sound. All of that is done with and by words. But how to make the end consequence of your thouts a caught moment in time; the moment bieng limitless? That is when personal growth steps in, and the fruits of your labour. The fluidity of your river of words, its clarity, and the well of your wisdom, and the lake of your emotions, and the wind and wood of your gentleness and justice, the fire of your passion, the mountain of your strength, the earth of your discipline, the thunder of your nobility, and the heaven of your creativity and freedom, are the only things that can define you. Mastering all of these leads to the proper manifestation of the archetype, the archetype of nature becoming the archetype in art. That is why all great works of art are more real than the reality itself; it is because they are incomparably more beautiful than the mundane world of all that bluntly surrounds us, primarily the life on concrete, where we see concrete things and living lies, or is it the other way around. Yes, Einstein said that human stupidity is endless; because of which we have ugliness all around. Keats saved the world by equalising beauty with truth. Hence, the properly imagined and presented reality is far more truthful than the mundanity, or as the capitalist exploited pawns call it, harsh reality.
To be free is not to be in ideology. For that to happen, you have to be a true marxist or spinosist, not by knowledge of their words but by the spirit that drove and guided them. Freedom is the primal archetype, the heaven, so unless you are unshackled by society (or worse enclosed in a trend), you will not and cannot produce anything meaningful. Imagistes were and are free.
~Je sui un image..
