POETRY

EMOTIONS of POETRY.

THE ROLE of EMOTION.

The role of emotions: Consists in the reaction of the mind-body combination to the objects or situations that sense images make it aware of.

Emotion, like imagery, is conditioned by our physiological history.

Archetypal  image : Are the images that we can moved by them because of their significance for us throughout our history. Are those patternings whose unconscious charge can stir and disturb us. Birth, love, guilt, death, rebirth.

Emotional  experience: The poet, unlike the philosopher, is not primarily a thinker. “the poet who thinks;” T.S. Eliot reminds us, “is merely the poet who can express the emotional equivalent of thought”. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words.

Sense  and Sentimentality : It is through the image that poetry can best convey emotion either through the image of the object that arouses it, or through the image of its physical effect. Through the poetry we can express feelings not only directly but also indirectly, for instance through the colors, objects, symbols.

Sentiment itself is an opinion colored by feeling.

ü  Apathy  and despair can be sentimental.

ü  Love can be sentimental.

*Emotion is healthy when it is of the kind and in the amount that its object deserves.*

Sentimental poetry demands that we feel without thinking.

In Poetry colors represent a feeling for example:

Green = jealousy, rebirth, money

Purple = royalty, enlightenment, fantasy

Pink = happiness

Brown = earthly qualities

Orange = curiosity, wisdom

Gray = depression, defeat, monotony, boredom

Gold - happiness

Red = anger, danger, war, seduction, passion

Black = sorrow or death                                        

White = purity but also death

Blue= sadness

Example of a Blue Poem:

PAIN

She cried like any one of us would in her situation. She cried hard. Her

face was squeezed red. Her mouth pulled in. Her eyes were the size of a

pinhead, but they were red and teary. You might be trying to imagine her,

but you already know what she looks like. We all have looked like her. Yes,

we have. She cried, she cried, she cried. She'll forever be crying,

shell never stop. Never. Never. Why? Why? Why? How should I or you know?

Who? Who? Who is she? I don't know. But she is no one. An oblivion. Who is

she?