Is there a use for rambling prose that might otherwise be thought useless?

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When you leave your body,


where do you leave your body?





I mean, as you slip through the clods


On gossamer road grading equipment,


do the thoughts of fossilized remains,


creatures dead three hundred million years


visualize their world to you?





Does animal want, devouring flesh


with canine teeth reward or repulse you?





I mean, the protean hunger,


as we gorge ourselves on buffet Earth,


does the minds ability to tell nourishment


from poison come from primordial understanding,


or do we look with regret at the one


who should not have eaten that…





As the detached spirit reacquires the body,


will the bonding agent adhere to ideas?





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Is there a use for rambling prose that might otherwise be thought useless?
"Rambling prose" can be useful because it engages the subconscious and brings to the surface the real feelings and thoughts of the human animal. Remember automatic writing? When the person is an artist, as you are, the "prose" engages our "primordial nature," but also demonstrates that as long as we can write about it, there's hope that we will eventually rise above it. As for the poem, I love its music and its imagery.
Reply:I found it to be an enjoyable read... what's enjoyable is useful, I'd say.
Reply:I thought the prose was on a pretty nifty tack but did proceed to ramble a bit after the first paragraph.





The zinger line for me in your poem was ". . . as you slip through the clods on gossamer road grading equipment . . ."





Is there a use for rambling prose? I sure hope so, I have a load of it.
Reply:I found it too heavy to contemplate, I found it difficult to finish, the novice reader would be crushed under the weight of your emotion in this piece, I do however love the imagery of your wording, but try using more concise word's, strip the phrasing raw, leave the emotion bleak and shocking to the reader.
Reply:Is it a new version or have I ever read this? I remember the first two lines (title?). I like it. Sounds like a modern version of Hamlet's meditations on man, paragon of virtue but also "quintessence of dust".





From Florio's 1603 translation of Montaigne's Essays (the language is as beautiful in English as it is in French):





"We have no communication with being; for every humane nature is ever in the middle betweene being borne and dying; giving nothing of it selfe but an obscure apparence and shadow, and an uncertaine and weake opinion. And if perhaps you fix your thought to take its being, it would be even as if one should go about to graspe the water".
Reply:Q.1: If the person reading it is a rambler, he/she will get it. So YES!


Q2: My body always stays behind in bed when I go astrally gallavanting....wish I could remeber more about those trips, I might be as talented a writer as you!


The poem: A bit graphic, but we had to start somewhere...(Chicken and egg theory).


Q3: When I re-enter, usually short of breath, I feel only peaceful, relaxed and quite happy....I just wish I could remember it....
Reply:Absolutely fabulous.



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