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Inaugral non-fic archival post
Given it is the month for poems, I figured I would start off with one of those; in this case, Rolf Jacobsen's Some People, translated by Robert Bly.
Some people
ascend out of our life, some people
enter our life,
uninvited and sit down,
some people
calmly walk by, some people
give you a rose,
or buy you a new car,
some people
stand so close to you, some people
you've entirely forgotten,
some people, some people
are actually you,
some people
you've never seen at all, some people
eat asparagus, some people
are chlidren,
some people climb on the roof,
sit down at table
lie around in hammocks, take walks with their red umbrella,
some people look at you,
some people have never noticed you at all, some people
want to take your hand, some people
die during the night,
some people are other people, some people are you, some people
don't exist
some people do.
In other news, new Chuck tonight! \o/
I've got to say, show does a really good shop of taking ideas that make me cringe at in theory, grin at in practice.
Some people
ascend out of our life, some people
enter our life,
uninvited and sit down,
some people
calmly walk by, some people
give you a rose,
or buy you a new car,
some people
stand so close to you, some people
you've entirely forgotten,
some people, some people
are actually you,
some people
you've never seen at all, some people
eat asparagus, some people
are chlidren,
some people climb on the roof,
sit down at table
lie around in hammocks, take walks with their red umbrella,
some people look at you,
some people have never noticed you at all, some people
want to take your hand, some people
die during the night,
some people are other people, some people are you, some people
don't exist
some people do.
In other news, new Chuck tonight! \o/
I've got to say, show does a really good shop of taking ideas that make me cringe at in theory, grin at in practice.
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just as an aside, ahaha, I'm curious, do I know you from previously? do I have you friended / just missed your post about a new username on dw? or have I never met you before! :D
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Also, hi, I'm Petra!
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oh, no, not at all, am happy to meet new people, etc etc., I was only worried that you were someone I knew and I had somehow assholeishly missed your new!dreamwidth!username! post or something XDDD
petra is lovely name, btw!
I am val, or sometimes eddy, the spelling varies depending on who you talk to, and I really don't have a preference either way XDD
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Thanks for not being freaked out by my admittedly stalkerish tendencies ^_^
I haven't always been fond of the name Petra, but it's grown on me as I've grown into it. I like that you have two names you answer to. I tend to fracture myself in terms of what name I go by in what context; 'Petra' is my fannish/academic name, while my middle name is the one everyone from childhood calls me, and my family (both immediate and extended) have another name for me entirely.
/ramble
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Some People strikes me as a very human poem. It has this non-judgmental yet highly observational quality to it; like fandom at its best. It makes me smile, too.
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I'm really glad you enjoyed this! (And I've also experienced the "uninvited and sit down", which has sometimes really worked out and more often really not.)
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It's very broad and personal at the same time. I like that.
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The point I was trying to make, I think, is that the poem's narrative voice shifts from inclusive 'our' to exclusive 'you' - it's a shift that works to create a interplay of who is speaking and who is being spoken to (an implied first person perspective in the use of 'our', an explicit second person perspective in the use of 'you', and finally the third person perspective presence in the 'some people' - actually, given that the poem begins with 'some people', arguably the third person perspective [the most outside of all] is the first frame of the poem, with the first person and second person perspectives being layered in after).
Of course this is just a whole lot of literary analysis for a poem that is probably much more simple than I am making it out to be. Haha, my English major-ness is showing.
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