A's for the Q's

1. i was a bit troubled answering this b/c I feel it didn't give enough to judge his vision of love and beauty. he mentions only two women one he expresses distaste for, and the other appears to be the twinkle in his eye. maybe he loathes Quinta b/c she rejected him and fucked his best friend or maybe he is superficial and transparent, but come on who isn't. how many of us can say we don't "add up" a person's traits to our expectations only a few of us would lay with a person that has goat-like facial features (unless alcohol plays a part then that statistic may increase), but if i was to answer this as if I had no trouble whatsoever I'd would SUM it up by saying I believe the mathematical comparisons is used for wit, to make the poem flow, and his view of love and beauty is like any other living human, he is realistic in judging people and comparing them to his likes and dislikes.

2a. I chose different poems to interpret b/c i felt the responses would tend to repeat itself after the fifth blog, so i went with #42, 43, and 47 (no reason really just went one below 32, 33, & 37)
#42
reading this made me think of pink floyd and the album The Wall with the song that starts out saying " I got a little black book with my poems in it" this could totally be another song on that album but anyway:
he is obviously pissed off, love how he starts off by saying "come here, nasty words, so many I can hardly tell where you all came from" which tells me he like Linda Blair head spinning pissed. it appears that a women stole his poems, who she is isn't mention she could be a working girl servicing Johns (whore; ) or a girlfriend or lover that wanted to hurt him by taking his writings, I'm going with the lover b/c he mentions (if nothing else, lets make that pinched bitch turn red-faced.) if it was a working girl i don't think it would bother her all that much to be called a rotten slut, if anything it might help business.
this relates in modern times on so many levels, lovers fight all the time and find ways to hurt one another; we always take for granted and hurt the ones closest to us.

2b. #43
ahhh short but sweet........ and to top it off helps back up my answer to the first question. love it
it just him speaking of a girl/woman/hag with distaste call her big nosed, with ugly feet, black eyes ect ect ect... and he asks her if people (province) think of her as beautiful? and then he asked is Lesbia compared with you? it appears that he holds a torch for Lesbia and no one else compares to this love that is engulfed in.
I think we all have had or have a love that is perfect in our eyes and nothing else compares or be EQUAL to... (see used a mathematical comparison to be witty) ;)

2c. #47
another short one..... but not as sweet, have to say one thing this guy doesn't like a lot of people, but anyway, he mention two people he doesn't like calling them the two left hands of piso(?) well I believe at that time in history the left hand meant evil or the devils hand (and yes I'm left handed and no I'm not offended) so he's calling them evil and a scab and hunger of the universe, a scab is clot to help heal a wound but could be look at in a negative way like a scab in the outcome of pain and suffering so with out the scab there couldn't be pain also the same goes for hunger, true hunger not the "I normally eat lunch at 12pm and now it's 1:30pm, I'm so hungry" but the its been six days without food, my wife's foot looks tasty, belly swollen-ribs showing knees looking like sea turtles slip under my skin and died there hunger. so these guys guys seem to be miserable and misery loves company
so their partying and having a great time eating "lavishly" while his buddies are begging for food on the corner.
well most artist are poor or was poor or lived the Bohemian life style, and some could be eccentric like this fellow here, so it is only natural that he loathes the two people b/c he and his friends are just as deserving if not more deserving b/c of his intellect to have such parties.
how does this relate to current times one word will SUM it up
Envy.

3. my personal definition of romantic love besides hand holding, warm chocolate steaming from our cups as we kick leafs to the side as we stroll though the park, speaking softly to one another while smiling effortlessly: would be something I wrote not to long ago

Simple

a kiss we shared, was like magic

I dreamed of such a time, the minutes into hours

so many nights, countless days

I dreamed of something so simple

The kiss of your lips

we share so much

stories of lives parted by seas

words I fight to remember, each day

The sight of your eyes, the warmth of your presence

stirs this dark thing that sits in my heart

it makes me feel again, a feeling I lost long ago

An emotion called love that I once have known

came forth to play its part

It's true, yes you heard right

moments before we embraced

I told myself it can't be true

we could never be hand in hand, face to face

whispering words that make us smile, laugh

I was going to destroy each dream

from my mind

You heard it right I think....

Simple

Its just like that, no more no less

I smile, I laugh, And I love

yes my dear, i fear its true....

I've fallen in love with you

George Marchitella

7/5/09