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by laurafraser 

Posted: 22 November 2004
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and the girl who was a woman, let her head fall to the floor
where all the messy contents spilled out like a flood in Jaipur
and it was there we saw Rapunzel, dancing with her Shrek,
and it was there we saw Pink Panther, kissing Odette the swan no more,
and I remember twelve dwarfs slouching on velvet sofas, reciting Byron and Keats
and of course there was Cruella, eying Lassie the dog.
but apparently all this has changed now,
now that the girl has let go of her head
and instead of the fantasy, so chimerical it disappeared like a one second miracle
this woman/girl/mind-body organism is off hauling her dreams into reality
and I stand and I watch at the sweat and the pain
like a wet rag she gives everything,
everything is nothing,
and nada est totum,
come and hurdle a mountain and you'll fly,
like a girl who is now a woman,
and yet neither
anything and everything
lets acknowledge,
our wings and spread them,
before it gets too late.

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The Walrus at 21:19 on 22 November 2004  Report this post
A spirit over intellect piece to my 'mind' anyway.

Waving my bottom in the air for a good kicking this is how I read it:

First stanza: A woman who lived the magic, albeit seemingly ridiculous to others.

Second stanza: The, I like to think, relucant, pull of seeming reality, which of course is completely subjective and, as far as I'm concerned largely misguided. The sadness associated with such a departure. And finally, the carpe diem cry.

My take. Don't normally deconstruct. As always, an experiential and, therefore, enjoyable read.

More please.

The Walrus

laurafraser at 08:29 on 23 November 2004  Report this post
walrus thank-you for your comments-the poem is abut a young woman, soon to be woman -whatever you want to call her-who has a break-though in her descision to leave behind the dreams in he head she used to escape to and instead of intellectualising and dreaming she is doing her damnest to get her dreams realised through living, through sweat, tears and whatever else she has to face.
"everything is nothing" and vice versa is bascially my fundamental view of life-and for me resonates with an increadible power becasue the potential to achieve is 'infinite" I adore the fact that to realise their dreams humans have to give their everything, to use your wonderful phrase wave their "bottom(s) in the air" and take risks... - and thank-god for that because how insipid life would be otherwise
there is a Bernard Shaw quote that was in my mind as I worte this "I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake."
i did not intend to make relaity seem negative-i think it is brillant, this "mind/body/organism" has chosen to awake if you like to the truth she perceives to be real in order to make change, even though you might have to "hurdle a mountain" which can at first seem impossible try try and try and "you'll fly"
that doesn't mean Shrek and Cruella and the Pink Panther have to go away, they exist just as she does-and the basic crux of it all is that they are one and the same as that ambivilent word: 'reality"
and la la la ! think I got a little carried away-have stuck the two stanzas together to try and eliminate the sense of separation as that might be a little pebble towards making this more coherent
thanks again walrus as always your comments are invaluable

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