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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 2, 2011 4:32:54 GMT -6
I did this picture as a sort of fun joke - a friend on a forum was teasing me [he and I do that a lot - all good natured] and he asked me what I as going to do about it ... so I drew this and posted it as a response ;D I thought it might spark a bit of creativity - there should be many ideas hidden in it I think - aside of the obvious - and respect is always a good subject.   |
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 2, 2011 9:54:00 GMT -6
This is awesome, Tim. Not to worry, I will be respecting the monkey! Great work. |
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 2, 2011 14:24:31 GMT -6
Thanks again - so, does the picture inspire a bit of poetry - either something directly related to it or even just something that may have nothing to do with the picture itself but rather just something that pops into your head when you look at the picture [maybe the picture makes you think of someone you know or something else you have seen] whatever the picture makes ou think of or feel - i'd love to see a poem about it.
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Post by Callisse J. DeTerre on Mar 26, 2011 19:20:49 GMT -6
The picture (I love martial arts) evokes an entirely different feeling for me than the title...but this poem started forming in my head before I even saw the pic...
"Respect the monkey!"
He jiggled himself above me,
howling in laughter.
I cried and turned away.
"What now?"
He sank to the silky sheets
and tried to pull me close.
I pulled away.
"It's not you. I was five...
he started... it started."
His face softened as
he pulled the sheet up.
I tried to look away.
"Before he started,
that's what he said.
Every time...
he made me bow."
I let him hold me now.
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 26, 2011 23:33:03 GMT -6
callissejdeterre, that is quite a response! I suppose certain things evoke different things in us, and some of that is memory, or images we've come across somewhere.
I assure you though, that monkey is a very nice fellow. Safe as houses.
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Post by Callisse J. DeTerre on Mar 27, 2011 9:32:13 GMT -6
Lol. Haha. Yes, I know. And even in the poem, you see the words evoke an unexpected response for the subject, who is with someone she loves. You make my point as well as me. |
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 27, 2011 13:05:53 GMT -6
This is something people often miss - our experiences and background form the foundation of our reactions - often two people see the same thing in such different light as to make you wonder if they are viewing/hearing/reading that same thing. I was just talking the other day with someone about that very topic.
My mother passed away last summer and I took the bus out to Calgary to see her one last time, knowing I would never see her alive again afterward. On the greyhound coming home I sat in the dark [it left Calgary heading west at about 10:30 pm] and we stopped in Banff, a few hours into the journey, and when we got going again I pulled out my netbook and wrote a poem which I later posted on another poetry site.
In the poem I happen to have a line about stopping for a smoke but not lighting one up [in Banff, that most of the people had a smoke while we stopped to stretch our legs] and with that one comment, another member interpreted the whole poem about the empty anxiety I was feeling at the knowledge that I would never see my mother again as being a poem about quitting smoking.
Quite a different interpretation and yet I have had a person who read the same poem send me a message and ask if someone close to me had just died - they got it without knowing anything about me.
It's much like clowns - they are supposed to be fun, entertaining figures but to a very large number of people they are creepy or even terrifying. How a picture [or poem] is understood is only partly based on what the person who created them intended because each person who views it brings something to the interpretation.
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