I love poetry. It’s a mix minced, beaten meat beat of emotions; all contained in these neat meat patties. And, each one those patties tastes different; each on goes down differently. Some have to be washed down with a bit of alcohol (especially if your tastes match a little with the chef’s), others will digest more gracefully. A full course of this most alien meal, would be a paring these poetic patties with fine philosophical perceptions. Most of what I’ve read so far, with respect to philosophy, is nothing but perceptions based on the ideas from varied schools of thoughts.
“No man was ever yet a great poet without being at the same time a great philosopher.” - Coleridge.
I do love combining different art forms into something. I am a heck of a chef, like that. This was what I was thinking when I was searching for spoken verses on youtube; something that would go along with one of my photographs, and a short poem I had written to go along with it. A spoken poetry or verse that would, in a sense, complete the picture. Transform one picture, one poetry, and a video into something more singular.
Here’s what came out of that search:
Rhapsody On A Windy Night - T. S. Eliot: Watch This Super Film by Dusting Wenger
Halfway through searching for one of these, I lucked out on one of the best directed films on Rhapsody On A Windy Night by T. S. Eliot. On which I may add, is that I am seriously trying to postulate over. Trying to understand, and form my own perceptions about what T. S. Eliot abstracted or rather what comes across to me as being abstracted. More on that in a later post; hopefully sooner than later.
For now, here’s the film on Rhapsody On A Windy Night:
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
