Oh.. This tells so much about how I feel lately, and I understand it so well, my dear Vera. I just still don't have enough of courage myself to show up in such 'Garden of Love'...

I think you're interpreting it differently from me, I see the poem as a critique on the unnatural laws that society places on individual freedom, particularly those introduced by religion which somehow govern all people. But I think I hear what you mean, care to elaborate?

At first when I saw this I didn't read that it was submitted by you and thought "Oh, that's an odd coincidence, someone just submitted a remixed version of this."

Haha, that would be quite funny! I wonder if anyone would ever try to remix the words at the beginning of the recording.

I like to try write poetry (I rarely upload any), yet I'm so, so horrible at reading the works of others.

But regarding the picture, I love when people mix "cute" or otherwise positive things with the negatives in such a way.

Well, it takes a bit of time to form the habit and understanding, but it's well worth it, I assure you! So many of the greats' words transcend time and put to language so beautifully and elegantly what is to most, indescribable! I guess I had to train myself to read poetry critically because so much of the music I sing has poems filled to the brim with imagery and metaphor that you would not believe. It boils down to sex most of the time.
And yeah, I absolutely loved what she did! It's a lot like the recording, though that mixes a surreal bit of music with a chopped up version of the poem.

When I write poems, I like to simply tell a story, but use a few puns, multiple meanings, metaphors, double entendres; literal and figurative statements, and so on to give different spins on a basic idea! Though I have only one or two that boil down to sex, one of which I have yet to put anywhere, one is incestual, the other is romantic yet silly. Call me wierd, but I'm geared towards the "negative" stuff.

And it is great! Dodgy undertones associated with something largely positive is a funny little interest of mine.

**and I forgot to mention my work is amateurish and I barely like it!

I could really do with reading a lot more of other people's work. If only there was a book or something on "how to read poetry" to get me started.

You don't need a book. You need a tab of LSD and a few dozen poetry reading videos loaded up.

That's actually surprisingly good advice.

Really, anything can be interpreted in any way by anyone, giving it its value and its impact, be it intentional or not! The song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by the Beatles and the hubbub surrounding its release (it was believed to be about LSD and the BBC took it off air) is one of many many examples, if a bit more recent.

An even better LSD song by the Beatles is 'Within You, Without You', it could be Buddhist philosophy, but knowing the Beatle's involvement with Doctor Lysergic and having listened to it while on acid makes me believe that it's at best a mix of the two, haha! Though 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds' seems rather like a blatant song on LSD and it probably is, the thing about it is that it changes your associations temporarily, so you interpret everything differently - which is extremely eye-opening when looking at art because then you realize how limited your interpretation is and that there's so much more that could be seen. Of course, that is self evident, but feeling it is awesome, 'nuff said!

And so I've tarnished my reputation, remember kids, drugs are bad. Like really bad, you know? So bad that you might accidentally realize how to amplify DNA sequences and win the Nobel prize.

Ah yes, haha! When I say that they can be reduced to sex I mean it very loosely - the renaissance standard was that an orgasm was equivalent to death because the soul left the lover to go into his or her partner, thus effectively killing the lovers, but then the life rushes back as they return to 'reality'. Listen to this: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9809354/ with that in mind! Of course, by doing that they also can be interpreted as poems of pain, loss, love and what have you!

The renaissance sounds awfully creepy with that belief if you ask me! Still, it's very interesting to hear about these odd beliefs. My favourite (but more cliché) belief is general society's fixation with the heart as the source of thought and feeling. Despite it being proven that our brains are the source of all that, we always insist that it's the heart in all kinds of our art, be it drawn, written, sculpted, sung, or rendered.

And I'll listen to that soon! The house is a little busy at the moment, so I'll wait til I can do so when it's quiet, so I'll fave it for now. c:

Yeah, haha! But it's not so bad, it's as if your soul temporarily leaves your body - whatever that means. I don't know if it's the same for guys but when climaxing it's almost as if mind is wiped of concious thought. As for the matter on the heart, I think it's a wee bit more poetic to refer to it that way! Afterall the body and mind are intrinsically connected, and one's stomach does feel as if it's filled with butterflies when in love and your heart does change pace in emotional situations. Of course, it's all in the mind, but saying 'my limbic system is being flooded with serotonin and my frontal lobes are saturated in dopamine' is a bit clunky, no?

And you needn't listen! The poem's translation is all that matters, heh.

I know what you mean despite never having had sex myself (what an embarassing implication right there), but I read the poem and I can see how it links to sex if you consider those old beliefs. Though as I read it I first thought of separation making a pair grow fonder of each other as they thought of one another, and reuniting being such a release, a good feeling unlike any other that is in a sense, rare and drug-like, a feeling someone wishes to have repeated to them a thousand times a day.

Come to think of it, both ideas are very related. "A thousand times a day," omai.

And someone should write a poem about their limbic system being flooded with serotonin and their frontal lobe's saturation in dopamine. It'd be a hit!

I'm sure that that interpretation is just as valid. It's just way more funny if you think of every mention of death as an orgasm, don't you think? I also don't think that they really believed that one died, as you can imagine in those days you couldn't just blurt out explicit details, so they made due with often humorous results. We must talk on skype! I'm about to head to bed, but I'll note you my username tomorrow. As for the sex, you're only 18, plenty of time to beat around the bush, so to speak.

I agree, though while an orgasm is a release, death is often regarded as some kind of release so it's not an overly unlikely connection! And that is true, it's fascinating to look back on the old days and how even more damn taboo some things were. Even the word "damn" garnered quite a reaction in some places in some periods.

And that'd be great! I look forward to it. :> Reminds me, I should put up my skype details up on my page already, I've been putting it off for so long, ugh.

Anyways, for now, goodnight!

When I saw you post something about the garden of love I thought of this piece. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2R1Ei8ozSyQ

That's the exact same piece the oboist in my recording played! Only difference is, yeah, an oboe is playing instead of a sporano sax, haha!

Neat! I just watched it! I love Jacob TV he writes very interesting music.