PILING ON THE METAPHORS

PILING ON THE METAPHORS

It is my contention that, basically, poems are piles of metaphors stacked on top of each other like those funny-looking block stacks in a Jenga! game, with holes for the bits you’ve left out (or have taken out) because they were not needed to transport your reader into some other point-of-view.

That juxtaposition of metaphors works because of ability of the mind of the listener or the reader to make connections between the images the poet offers up.  The audience that can hook the offered images together with other things from their own life experiences enhances the liveliness of the poetry.

The audience works as hard as the poet in making a poem come alive.  At our monthly Maui Live Poets meetings in Makawao the poets try to remember to thank the people who are “practicing their audience skills” and are disinclined to present their work.  It’s not easy being a good audience….

A NEW ORLEANS POEM-WALL OF HOPE

One brilliant way of making use of metaphors to build connection and community is a work by New Orleans artist Candy Chang, who turned an abandoned building in her neighborhood into a poem of sharing hopes and dreams.

In the fall of 2011, the artist and a bunch of friends painted one wall of the building using hearse-black blackboard paint.  Chang stenciled an incomplete phrase over and over on that wall:  “Before I die, I want to _________.”  Chalk was provided so passersby could write their thoughts.

The entire wall was covered with people’s answers overnight.  More of the walls were painted black and the question was repeated over and over and answered over and over by the hundreds of people who visited the site. The wall went viral.  It became an international phenomenon as other artists wanted to make wall-poems of hope for their own neighbors.

This YouTube video is a TED-talk by Chang (one of many) about the wall.  It was uploaded by SILYMEAN on March 27, 2015.  The poem still continues to grow….

Think about it.  How would YOU fill in that sentence?  What dreams and hopes lurk in the depths of you?  What do you want to do before you end?

The Wall became a catalyst for hope and connection because the audience collaborated in its becoming a reality.  Very private thoughts appeared boldly in a public place where everybody could see and touch and respond by maybe dredging up their own hopes and dreams to add to the space. The wall became a powerful thing with tremendous mana and meaning.

Every one of the answers to the question Chang asked was a metaphor, a distillation of one more life walking past the wall.  All together they made a stirring celebration of the connection of all the lives who touched that wall and the minds that reached out to touch each other.

THINKING ON DEATH LEADS TO THINKING ON LIFE

In my own life, I’ve worked at thinking on death mostly because the impermanence of it all does tend to keep getting shoved in my face.  Everything with a beginning also has an ending.  A simple truth, but also one of the hardest of all to look at when it is your own death you are contemplating or the death of a person you love.

Wise guys say that learning to face your own ending with equanimity will go far in furthering your knowledge of how you want to live your life.  I am far from wise, but I do try to work on it.

Here’s a poem that I made during one of those practice sessions:


RIGHT REGRETS

Somebody once said that probably

The best we could hope for (at the end of our lives)

Was having the “right regrets.”

 

That got me thinking:

What are the RIGHT regrets?

 

When I come to die,

I am sure I shall regret not personally

Touching and tasting and seeing

More of this wondrous world of ours.

But, I think, I’ll keep that one.

 

I won’t exchange it for the notion that

Someone I loved reached for me and I was gone….

 

Perhaps I like hearth fires more than I like campfires.

Whatever.

Hestia rules me, I suppose,

And with that, I am content.

 

I know I will not regret giving my heart or my trust

To the people who wander through my life.

I will regret, instead, that some of them proved unworthy of me.

 

I know I’ll probably regret my wretched lack of skillful means

For walking in the ambiguity that is this World of Dust.

I’ll regret the mind that’s too slow, perhaps,

To catch the glimmer of the most righteous paths to walk.

 

I will not regret turning my unsure hands

To the tasks set in front of me and doing the best I can

With the less-than-perfect equipment I was issued.

 

I will never regret telling my truth,

Despite the fact that it was often misconstrued

By people who were not telling their own.

 

I will regret only not having eyes that see clearer

And ears that listen deeper.

 

I’m not sure whether these regrets are “right” or not.

But then, when I leave,

I doubt I’ll be carrying much baggage.

by Netta Kanoho

Please let me know your thoughts.  Leave a comment and we can talk story.

Picture credit:  Bonfire Level: Jenga by Gord Webster via Flickr [CC BY-SA 2.0]

 

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6 thoughts on “PILING ON THE METAPHORS

  1. Thank you for your post. It brought tears to my eyes, and as I read your poem, I got shivers down my spine. Thank you for writing something so beautiful as it reminded me to ask myself a question Steve Job asked himself every morning – If today was the last day of my life would I be doing what I am meant to do today? And to be honest, my answer is a big fat no as before I die I want to write and star in a movie written by me.

    So, thank you as your post has given me the courage to start writing that script and say goodbye to replacement teaching.

    1. That was beautiful, Amberlee….Go do it! You can, you can, you can….

      Thanks for the visit. Please come again!

  2. This is the exact sentiment that I have been having for the past few years. I work in the health care industry and death is something I see on a daily basis. There are so much anguish when it comes accepting death and it really brings out the true nature of the human expression.

    When I see how my patients live their life, it made me realized how I want to live mine better every single day. Somehow, the desire lead me to start an online business, in hope that I can spend more time with my family by working from home.

    Some people call it passive income, but for me, it’s the time freedom that I want to achieve the most through this endeavor.

    1. Thanks for your visit and comments, Cathy. Good luck in your endeavors. Please come visit again!

  3. “It’s easy to get caught up in the day to day, and forget what really matters to you.”

    This statement made by Chang in the TED-talk video really struck a chord in my being. Thanks for sharing this above.
    As a mother of 3 kids, I tend to put myself aside and to cater to the needs of my kids first. I often put myself last, and it becomes a real battle and a struggle to ‘find myself’ again.

    Another one – “Life is brief and tender.” Indeed it is. One of my uncles died unexpectedly a few months ago – he was stabbed to death. I wasn’t that close to him but still felt his loss so keenly.
    I was struck by how, through death, a person goes from being in the present tense to suddenly being referred to in the past tense. I can no longer say that my uncle dotes on my kids; rather, he doted. Just the change from ‘s’ to ‘d’ struck me painfully. Indeed, life is fleeting and I am encouraged to seize every moment, and make it a memorable one, and like Chang in her TED-talk, to take the time to nurture all of my relationships TODAY, not some day in the future.

    Thank you!

    Judi

    1. Hey Judi:

      Thanks for the visit and for sharing your thoughts and your own experiences.  I do value them.

      Please do come again….

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