Note on "charging language"

“Pound describes three main methods of 'charging language': melopoeia: 'inducing emotional correlations by the sound and rhythm of speech' phanopoeia: 'throwing the object onto the visual imagination' logopoeia: 'using the intellectual and emotional associations of words and word groups” [nicked from WordNik]

Take a haiku to Bugis Street

Erhu on the roof / dance of the flaming arseholes / boogie street Bugis


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bugis_Street#The_Song   


http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dance%20of%20the%20flaming%20arseholes

Eros eager with iridescent wings

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Love stood by my couch, Eros eager with iridescent wings

~my transl.from "Astat Amor lecto pictis Amor impiger alis" John Milton: ElegiaSeptima

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Sha naqba īmuru ~ "He who Saw the Deep"

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Gilgamesh / epic friendship heroic bonding / Enkidu

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Odyssey VIII,74 my translation

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οἴμης τῆς τότ' ἄρα κλέος ἄρα οὐρανὸν εὐρὺν ἵκανε.

Glories hidden there in his song then reached great heaven.

The ulterior glories that lay hidden there in his song then reached to wide heaven.

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THEOGNIS 1263-1266 ~ my own translation

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ὦ παῖ, τὴν μορφὴν μὲν ἔφυς καὶ καλός, ἀλλ' ἐπίκειται
καρτερὸς ἀγνώμων σῇ κεφαλῇ στέφανος·
ἰκτίνου γὰρ ἔχεις ἀγχιστρόφου ἐν φρεσὶν ἦθος,
ἄλλων ἀνδρώπων ῥήμασι πειθόμενος.

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Boy, you grew your body so beautiful, but laid upon
your head is a resolutely unloving coronet,
for in your heart you have the ethics of a sea hawk,
easily won over by what other people say.

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EROS

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eros

EROS as Cupid or St. Valentine?

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EROS puerile facto pro nobis purifixus est misellus ;\

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Apollonian castigation

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hideless Marsyas squirming / stretched upon the X of excoriation / extreme Apollonian castigation

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marsyas
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from Shelley's Ode to the West Wind

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"Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

will take from both a deep autumnal tone
sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce,
my spirit. Be thou me, impetuous one!"

"Be through my lips to unawakened earth the trumpet of prophecy, O Wind:
if Winter comes can Spring be far behind?"

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ode to the West Wind