Is the Exile a traditional un-simplified Chinese Pictogram hanging on an u (poem) by T. Wignesan on AuthorsDen

Is the Exile a traditional un-simplified Chinese Pictogram hanging on an u
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Monday, April 17, 2023 Rated "G" by the Author.

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.The French poet questioned his translator on the meaning of “le dard d’Orion” in his poem: “Jeu muet”. The Bengali translator interpreted the phrase as “kâla Purusha” (Zeit Geist or literally as in Hindu mythology: the Primal Being at the beginning of time). René Char then picked a certain variety of the cactus flower in his garden and said that the French “phrase” applied to that particular flower.
Is the Exile a traditional un-simplified Chinese Pictogram hanging on an unrolled-up Bamboo Scroll on the Wall for Prithwin - influence-pedaling is the worst form of "legitimacy" whatever the "lame" excuse first left downstroke start from the top plane out let the long anchor tip roof-‐line curve sharply upwards at the stern down-‐end pile it in stuffed in the centre leave the bottom open that’s where the studded boot rightly fits Over billowing transmuted waters the haze lifts now and then winds amber green waft and skim with the late light caught shimmering no albatross circles the mast guilt is pure guilt without wanton arrows there are no signs of land but the proffered hand the wanderer knows no words of his own Reach -‐ disgorge with your nails Walls that concuss entrails Can he yet placate asylum echo the cluck of a poaching North American coot nestling amidst Eurasian breeding reeds taut bunching yarrow rushes an embattled haven against majestic swan ships sleek velvety rich drake peacockish barnacle goose come in early from the cold Let the dards of Orion spell syllables of ease through the congested smudge of yore contorted fantizi ideograms cursory calligraphic long dripping brush strokes pale to pinyin Simplified the exile gasps for instant phonemic breath under choppy waves of stuttering tongues racy blades extirpate langue crucify parole mix meaning into heady synaesthesiac brew loss of face is a loss of noodles develop equals hair Could René Char’s Zeit Geist have diagnosed the myna’s Kâla-‐Purusha Reach – disgorge with your nails Walls that concuss entrails Resources 1. This poem has also to do with a Bengali translator’s first encounter with René Char at his residence on August 13, 1972. The French poet questioned his translator on the meaning of “le dard d’Orion” in his poem: “Jeu muet”. The translator interpreted the phrase as “kâla Purusha” (Zeit Geist or literally as in Hindu mythology: the Primal Being at the beginning oftime). René Char then picked a certain variety of the cactus flower in his garden and said that the French “phrase” applied to that particular flower. 2. The imagery in the poem also relates to the simplification of classical Chinese characters (fantizi) by the Peoples Republic of China in the early fifties and the alphabetisation of Chinese characters, known as “pinyin” as opposed to the Wade and Yale systems. The simplified characters produced certain semantic anomalies. © T. Wignesan, Paris –May 3, 2009 (from the collection: «Words for a Lost Sub-Continent»)

Reviewed by T. Wignesan

Reviewed on April 19, 2023

Hey, Lady-Liz, whadya mean "short poem": it's the longest single poem on AD running North-South, but not like the Chinese, from the Equator down. The wise Chinese go North-South-East-West, while the rest go West-East-Mid-Down. You are forgiven for the rest of your remarks. Thanks. Hope you get the fella you found to reciprocate - the blind-bat hanging down-up!

As for Monseigneur, ever since I. sent you Rosalia's beach tantrums with her over-sized nothing-much-to-do but eat family, your neurones must be in the right places; now she has another message for in "I like you love me!" (She sings it in English). Hurry and tune in. You're still the mostest IQ performer on AD ("Mine seems to have waned a bit." - only a bit, after all the lecherous horsing around...As usual, your comments hit right into the dart board of high scoring milli-metred sense. Cheer up, Monseigneur - not everybody can reach out so far and wide and yet keep their equilibrium in pain. Keep plowing, Ol' Man( -as Rosalia says: it's all in the "Otro la(d)o"! Best. TW

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 18, 2023

I much enjoy the images created by your long line of not often used words describing what exile means to you, like a ship to nowhere. And your perfect illustration of the loss of Chinese pictograms. Perhaps referring to centering that takes place when literature does not meet the required state norm. Exiled pieces of literature tend to thrive in underground places.

A lot to ponder from your prodigious brain. Do you still have it in 2023? Mine seems to have waned a bit.

Ron

Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe

Good to see something of yours posted again Sir T. I enjoyed this short poem in a long, sleek form. Influence pedaling. That’s a great phrase. We mostly use that kind of manipulation in love and war, for whatever reason it is not a good feeling to be subjected to it, but we all use it.