| = the colours of sounds... | Romulus Campan [31.Jan.13 22:44] |
| Hi Cristima, Have listened to Didier's song, which's inner rythm is so different than your thought's, nevertheless the flow's feeling is so much the same... Your writing feels like a "picture" you have painted about a mirror image, from inside the mirror though, where you see all reality's reflectioms, but you can't hear anything, therefore you reconstruct using your own felt sound colours... Don't ask me how could anyone paint sounds... you should know... your writings are images as well... haven't you noticed:-)? rc | |
| = again synesthesia | Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu [31.Jan.13 23:47] |
| Thanks Romulus, this is a kind comment from you :) I confess that in the beginning, when I started to write poems 6 years ago, my poetical credo was to achieve a kind of synesthesia through my poems, I wanted them to be ethereal, losing ground, then creating a sort of music combined with images, smell and palpable feelings. ( like the truth of a second, built within my palm, a second I clasped tightly, to believe in its perfection ) Of course I did not follow my first intentions, but I am happy that you found here painted sounds. | |
| = the image of sounds... | Romulus Campan [01.Feb.13 00:44] |
| Hi Cristina, You know I've learned to see true talent's value where and especially when its holder didn't even intend to display it... Would you please read this line from your own comment: "my poetical credo was to achieve a kind of synesthesia through my poems, I wanted them to be ethereal, losing ground, then creating a sort of music combined with images, smell and palpable feelings. ( like the truth of a second, built within my palm, a second I clasped tightly, to believe in its perfection )" You may humbly call this comment; it's where I see poetry... That's exactly what I have discovered not so long ago, that a comment may become a poem if the same strings of the heart are allowed to vibrate, which give birth to our creations... And yes it may sound crazy, but please let no one call a writer... normal:-) And when comments become poems, what would poems be? Painted sounds! Should I apologise for being a bit long:-)) rc | |
| = dreams | Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu [01.Feb.13 00:59] |
| I overreacted a little :) Thanks for bringing me back to the ground. This was my poem, roughly translated now, written 6 years ago: Like a heart under a stone, Amber burning on a pyre, Like the scent drilling to bone, On a painful brilliant fire, Like a walking on a wing, Rustles waking up our ears, Dreams forgotten every spring, The beginning of all fears, Like a truth in this time flight, Finding in my palm foundation, Which I held maybe too tight To believe in its perfection. I needed to post it here, to make you see that I am very far from my early dreams...somehow I touched the earth and more concrete feelings in my poetical attempts. | |
| = rythm and rhyme... | Romulus Campan [01.Feb.13 12:55] |
| I apologise to have brought you "back", my original intention being to keep you up there... As for "overreacting", I love and practice that myself, that's how I end up being told that I am exaggerating:-) Overreacting brings with it a lot more sincerity... What you call poetical attempt, is just plain wonderful for me, if you don't mind... I miss the times myself, when I spent hours, days waiting for the perfect rhythm, rhyme... I feel to have become deeper, loosing nevertheless much of my inner music... Nevertheless, I very much enjoy discussing these with you, thank you... rc | |