tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881054030497725613.post4857880316672041983..comments2023-11-03T15:50:56.001+01:00Comments on POET IN RESIDENCE : This insectGwil Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881054030497725613.post-83859490420312072812011-01-11T20:43:36.993+01:002011-01-11T20:43:36.993+01:00Revising the poem I was invited to buy haggis onli...Revising the poem I was invited to buy haggis online. Enough said? Och aye :)Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881054030497725613.post-89101793179746754302011-01-11T20:19:34.990+01:002011-01-11T20:19:34.990+01:00Dr Sacks case of the colour blind painter made me ...Dr Sacks case of the colour blind painter made me rethink the whole business of colour. Briefly, the painter had an accident and his up-the-sequence brain area V4 which selects appropriate colours was damaged but in V1 where the first unretouched lightwaves/particles signal arives from the retina it was ok. The man subsequently lost all memory of colour, because colour was only something manufactured and exisiting in V4. <br />V1 saw the untouched original lightwaves/particles as "dirty grey". Now, a friend of mine cannot distinguish between orange and green. He sees both as grey. Is it that he is not modifying the original image in his V4? I imagine that he is seeing the world as it really is. Or at least that part of it involving those two colours.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881054030497725613.post-87153455370596270012011-01-11T19:34:06.681+01:002011-01-11T19:34:06.681+01:00Love the poem. And the realization that "ther...Love the poem. And the realization that "there are no 'real' colours 'out there' in the natural world, the so-called universe."Clowncarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02219213001049223673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881054030497725613.post-69092646722346030172011-01-11T09:50:54.293+01:002011-01-11T09:50:54.293+01:00I've never revised 8 lines so many times, but ...I've never revised 8 lines so many times, but now it feels like it's the end. It must stand or fall.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881054030497725613.post-3795512164010521052011-01-10T17:16:52.976+01:002011-01-10T17:16:52.976+01:00Pat, I think we do well to consider these universa...Pat, I think we do well to consider these universal things rather than taking everything at (human) face value. I like poetry because it makes it possible to put one's observations, thoughts, analysis, etc. into a proverbial nutshell. I expect someone has written a 200-page book to say what is said here in a few lines. <br /><br />Gordon, Won't be long now. I can see the wee Burns Night dram struggling to open the bottle from the inside. I may curl up with Sam a'Beckett and a 12-year Chivas I got for Xmas. I may even do that now :)Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881054030497725613.post-46160478416975842702011-01-10T16:57:21.817+01:002011-01-10T16:57:21.817+01:00Very clever - and food for thought.Very clever - and food for thought.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881054030497725613.post-32179604868229831132011-01-10T16:46:45.032+01:002011-01-10T16:46:45.032+01:00As a Scot, I will take 'lumping' Burns in ...As a Scot, I will take 'lumping' Burns in the spirit you mean! Not in the Scots meaning of 'to lump': to beat or thrash eg: "If ye dinna be a wee bit smerter than ye hae been we'll be lumpit."<br /><br />Sorry, Gwilym, couldn't resist!<br /><br />Great little poem and take on the purpose of flowers. Enjoyed it.Gordon Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11405099521661854141noreply@blogger.com