Saturday, February 4, 2012

As someone who once worked in archaeology and who reads and aspires
to write poetry I loved the quote from Howard Nelson below. Is the
Internet with all its modes of communication the modern equivalent of the
cave paintings of Lascaux? And attempt to say, see, I saw this, I  thought
this, I said this, I shared this?

" A shaggy man is sitting alone late at night scratching at a sheet of paper,
and like the marks carved twenty thousand years ago on an antler
in a cave which say "someone is alive here"
these scratches are secret messages told to everyone.
" The dark threw its patches down upon me also....""

                                     Reading " Crossing Brooklyn Ferry " on a
                                     Summer Morning
                                          Howard Nelson


Wanda said...

I adore the idea of blogging being equivalent to Lascaux cave! Just leaving our "hand prints" where others may see them.

Thanks for that wonderful imagery.


Kathiesbirds said...

Oh, I love this quote! Keep up the poetry! I love to read yours! To me, poetry gets at the heart of things and at my own heart as well!

Guy said...

Hi Wanda

Thanks I am glad you enjoyed it. I also like the comparison of blogging with amareur journalism which started to take off with the advent of small printing presses in the 1860's. People published their oun newspapers or magazine and exchanged them by mail for those published by other people. It seems people have always had this impulse to communicate.


Good link here.

Guy said...

Hi Kathie

I am glad you liked the quote. The image of the lone writer really strikes a chord I think with anyone who has sat down to write never knowing if it will be read by anyone else. And I agree poetry should reach to the heart of things.