A phoenix cry
July 19, 2005 by Abhishek
Isn’t it reasonable that the expression of the most intense emotions, the most powerful feelings should lead to good art? No, dear reader, it usually leads to bad writing. A hotchpotch, a conglom of crap. You wish it would move her, but it doesn’t, and how can it, when it doesn’t even move you when you have stopped crying?
Yet, how I wish that the purest cry, like that of the phoenix, might lead to song, beautiful and whole!
Love. The Scottish highlands. Yes, the Scottish highlands. Music…associations..no words to express.
Except cryptic nonsense.
Once a phoenix tear on a golden tile,
Went on a journey of many a mile,
It was tken aback
When it came back,
It was called the tear of a crocodile!
Read “Lucy Gray”, and perhaps “Two April Mornings”. Yet, I agree, intense emotion leading to good art, is a rare thing indeed.
Thanks Sucharit. I’ll try to get hold of them.