What is it about indoctrinating religion into a person that causes critical thinking to fossilized? Sometimes religion doesn't give the brain a chance to break in to get it running smoothly like one would do for a new engine. It seems for millions of people, religion puts a choke-hold on thinking and instead, pans out cookie cutting ideas and ethics that was handed down for thousands of years. I am not sure how I can explain this but by my own example.....sometimes I struggle critical thinking to the point that I get mental fatigue and frustrated. I can express things through using metaphors, allegories , imagery and the likes quite easily. (These a great tools for being sarcastic without the other person being aware of it) However, were I to write or think out the when, where, hows , why, and what to write out a process about, say, racism or how to make a birdhouse I stumble through swamps of confusions ( see? I just did a imagery and metaphor). Religion do use imaginations as a foothold on kids. I have all the mental pictures and ideas in my head, but putting it down on paper and make all the ideas connect smoothly is like car driving while minding the back seat screaming kids while a cat is thumping under your car....oy vey!
Good question, Tom. As for me, I never could get the rhythm; except for Ozymandias by Shelley. For some reason, reading the poem moved me to tears. "Look on ye works, ye mighty, and despair".
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 - 1822
You have a good point. I don't think I am against written poetry. I've tried reading English poetry but the meanings behind them is I get frustrating lost. Poetry is just beyond me. The difference between what I can express and what a poet can express is like the difference that I can paint stick figures and an artist can paint Guernica or Sunflowers.
Does that mean I am against Pablo Picasco?... or Vincent van Gogh? Nope
Tom, an exciting poet and her poem, Small Sorrows, starts with a jolt to my senses:
You can start anywhere,
you can start with the hummingbird
that quivers at the feeder, or with a moon
lost in the corner, or the stray dog who creeps
to my window and breathes. But not with
the Lebanese woman on TV who sobs as she
trudges back to her house of rubble.
That poem I CAN understand........I think.
Thomas, go to the site and read the rest of the poem. Let me know your reaction.
I'm gonna check it out......