HRUs of Flyte 93

  • Ian Glynn Perkins

digitally presenting the finest quality original English poetry, with illustrations.

THIN AIR The true medium of Poetry is Language, which durably exists only in Consciousness, and nothing physical external to the body is perforce required for it to be created or endure.
Even when spoken aloud, poetry still only exists as a purely mental representation.
The poem is not ever present in the neuro-muscular programs that co-ordinate the reciter’s vocal organs.
Nor is it ever present within those organs as they articulate to propagate a specific pattern of air pressure variations.
Nor is it ever in or upon those sound waves as they move through the air, or as they impinge into the ear canal where they are transduced into vibrations in the tissue of the inner ear.
Nor is it ever present in the vibrations of the cochlea that stimulate the auditory nerve’s and cortex’s activation within the brain.
Nor is it present in the activated auditory cortex that creates in the organism’s sensation of sounds.
Not yet even here is the poem present, in the cognition of sound, but only when that cognition is recognised in the mind as intelligible language.
Here, as in the speaker’s mind, the poem now exists, composed of a particular set of linguistic symbols in particular relationships that form the sentences of language that are the poem.
All this is just as true of the until recently historically few poems that were written down, both in the writing and the reading thereof: the poem is only present in the mental language of the writer or reader, and never physical and physiological processes in making marks on surfaces, or in the marks on the surfaces themselves, and this is true even for ancient poems found written down in languages now dead: only when the writing is read by the mind of someone who has acquired the reconstructed mental representation of that language can the words and sentences of the poem exist, glimpsed imperfectly as a hollow shadow of the once living art.
Thus, the vast majority of poetry, lyric and song have been lost to posterity forever, existing in a single moment of spontaneous inspiration and then lost on the wind.
The poem is not the speaking, or the sound, or the hearing.
The poem is not the writing, the text, or the reading.
The poem is not the speaking, or the sound, or the hearing.
The poem is not the writing, the text, or the reading.
Poets create poems only in their minds, and there their poetry stays living so long as their memories and languages are alive. And if a poem is spoken aloud or written down by its poet – and countless many never are either - then the poem moves not from its original mind, for what was said and heard or written and read is not the poem, but merely instructions intelligible to any person knowing that language for the poem’s assembly within their own minds.
Only by this can poetry be actually shared:
as if it was literally carried across upon the air.
And thus is it so that Poetry is the highest of all fine arts, for it needs nothing but a living mind-in-body as medium, sharing its high place with dance and song which are its twins.
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