Monday 17 January 2011

poem for Jean Cocteau (1889-1963)

The Inner Thing

"When I was a Parisian dandy
I took my youth for audacity
My wit I took for profundity
And my poetry I took for amusement

"But something other
Was in me;
An inner something
I knew not what...

"It started at Stravinsky's Le Sacre...
With five she-devils of terrible aspect;
I determined then I should come to the arts
As a monk goes to monastic orders

"It was then I believe
I became possessed
By some ferocious inner thing;
A thing that has remained unknown to me.

"Was that fierce thing an inner being
Or an unknown form of memory?
What was that thing? Ideas came
And I hurried myself to write them down:

"The mathematical calculation
The language
The content
The apparent simplicity -

"All were there to serve that thing
Which was a thing
With a subtle and secret mechanism;

"How came those words
To send those poems
Into the sky?

"That inner thing,
What is it?"
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gw2011

3 comments:

  1. I'm sure there are books that attempt to answer those last two questions, and we'd be no closer to the answer after we'd read them. It's a subtle and secret mechanism for sure.

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  2. ST, many thanks.

    Mairi, Cocteau felt that he was possessed by a thing he couldn't identify. Was it some kind of madness? Or just a symptom thereof? Perhaps all who are under the spell of the 5 muses are so affected? Or maybe as Mercury (Queen) sings "It's a kind of magic". I hope it's the latter.

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