A Soliloquy in Poetics | Point II: Self and Perception

they see me even when I am not there,

ubiquitously defined; 

out of thin air I am made vivid,

as I am manifested by the fruits I bare,

call it perception personified…

Because poetry is born of self, the self must be defined; the self is at the core of every poem and discourse, making the self-awareness of high import. Poetry represents the self, in that every poem represents its source as the fig is to its tree. While a poem may stand on its own absent name, its audience will no less ideate its author no matter how vague the imagery. Who is the author—who is the self, is the question; can this be defined by extrapolating solely the expressed art? Can a tree of an apple half-eaten be seen or described by some of its parts—yes, and the more that is found of its parts may shape a more vivid representation of its source—a truth; perhaps not the exact tree and orchard, but its typification can be made. Therefore, one can begin to examine the self by virtue of examining the poetics expressed; however, it is also possible to shape perhaps an imitative-impression of others by the contents of their discourse.

In the same that extrapolation is applied to ideate the expressionist, it is possible to witness and individuate the change or growth in an artist by perusing the contents of their expressions, for a writer always shares some portion of self with the audience. Even in fantasy, the author offers an invitation to examine who and what they are in some fashion, more so in nonfiction is the invite ever-so apparent. Over time, the imagery or the perception becomes more defining—a figment is constructed to be defined—regardless of whether it is fiction or nonfiction. Until some form of transformation in content takes place, the contrived representation remains vivid and potentially a truism. Being a poet means to be transformational, and the impetus to that change is time and experiences; making the expression of poetics the description of time and experiences—life.

The self is matriculated by the world that surrounds it, which shapes the perception and the repast of derived emotions contributes greatly as well; this individuates the expressionist, and if the expressionist is unique, so should be the poetics. Poems are personal, they are an intimate view into the literate’s thought processes and often reveal a lot about who they are in character (in every respect), and more than not generate a perception—ironically, poetics is written from perception to only be reversed perceived by the concepts intended to illustrate and form new perceptual experiences. So a poet evinces by that which influenced, giving definition to self, and in turn influences others.

If the poets is sharing something of themselves with you, what fruit has been offered to feed perception?

to be continued…

4 thoughts on “A Soliloquy in Poetics | Point II: Self and Perception

  1. This resonates deeply. Composing a poem requires the poet to embrace the vulnerability that is inherent in examining the self. Your question invokes the reality that through the words a poet has penned, he opens himself to the power of the reader to construct an identity. When I write, I do so for myself. Though, when I share my work, I hear the lyrics “you think this song is about you” echo in my mind. A very unsettling feeling to hesitate in expression.

  2. Beautifully profound! Makes me want to give a huge hug to those courageous enough to share their creative “fruits.” It is not easy…but the idea of withholding artistic expression in fear of “what others may think” breaks my heart. Great share!!

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