A musical thought is one spoken by a mind that has penetrated into the inmost heart of the thing; detected the inmost mystery of it, namely the melody that lies hidden in it; the inward harmony of coherence which is its soul, whereby it exists, and has a right to be, here in this world.
—Thomas Carlyle, “The Hero as Poet”
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musical thought
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Thomas Carlyle
entre nous
OBSCURITY, A PRODUCT OF TWO FACTORS. If my mind is richer, more rapid, freer, more disciplined than yours, neither you nor I can do anything about it.
—Paul Valéry, The Art of Poetry (Vintage, 1961), trans. by Denise Folliot.
—Paul Valéry, The Art of Poetry (Vintage, 1961), trans. by Denise Folliot.
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mind,
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obscurity,
Paul Valéry,
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step aside
The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.
—W. Somerset Maugham, Saturday Review, 20 July 1957.
—W. Somerset Maugham, Saturday Review, 20 July 1957.
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W. Somerset Maugham,
what's poetry for
dancing logos
But if it should turn out that music leads to language, rather than language to music, it helps us understand for the first time the otherwise baffling historical fact that poetry evolved before prose. Prose was at first known as pezos logos, literally 'pedestrian, or walking, logos', as opposed to the usual dancing logos of poetry. In fact early poetry was sung: so the evolution of literary skill progresses, if that is the correct word, from right-hemisphere music (words that are sung), to right-hemisphere language (the metaphorical language of poetry), to left hemisphere language (the referential language of prose)."
—Iain McGilchrist, The Master and His Emissary: The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World (Yale U. Press, 2009)
—Iain McGilchrist, The Master and His Emissary: The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World (Yale U. Press, 2009)
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brain science,
language,
mind,
music,
poetry v. prose,
prose,
walking
list making
Bare lists of words are found suggestive to an imaginative and excited mind, as it is related of Lord Chatham that he was accustomed to read in Bailey's Dictionary when he was preparing to speak in Parliament.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, "The Poet"
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, "The Poet"
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lists,
mind,
Ralph Waldo Emerson
vague and indeterminate
The Italian poet Leopardi believed that vagueness was an essential characteristic of poetry, allowing the mind to "wander in the realm of the vague and indeterminate, in the realm of those childlike ideas which are born out of the ignorance of the whole.”
See G. Singh’s wonderful book, Leopardi and the Theory of Poetry (U. of Kentucky Press, 1964). Singh writes: “It is because the poet is attracted to what is vague and indefinite, more than what is clear, concrete, and precise, that his language, even when it does not contain a full-fledged image or simile or metaphor, does to a certain extent partake of the character of an image or a symbol, both saying and suggesting something much more than what it commonly would outside of poetry.”
See G. Singh’s wonderful book, Leopardi and the Theory of Poetry (U. of Kentucky Press, 1964). Singh writes: “It is because the poet is attracted to what is vague and indefinite, more than what is clear, concrete, and precise, that his language, even when it does not contain a full-fledged image or simile or metaphor, does to a certain extent partake of the character of an image or a symbol, both saying and suggesting something much more than what it commonly would outside of poetry.”
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Giacomo Leopardi,
ignorance,
image,
indeterminate,
mind,
percision,
symbols,
vagueness
collide
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find that you and I collide
—Howie Day, lyrics to "Collide"
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find that you and I collide
—Howie Day, lyrics to "Collide"
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dust,
mind,
rhyme,
song lyrics,
words,
wrong words
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