Sunday, December 27, 2009

//The Impatient Corpse//

//The Impatient Corpse//
Yoke the body,
bait the corpse

A stark outlaw,
I strive for passions without desire.

There's a less developed Promethean end to this tucked away but this first part is what I was happy with up to now besides maybe the use of the phrase "stark outlaw" by which I don't intend to convey any sense of machismo but rather just an intense alienation.


Evan said...

The first time I read this, I placed 'passion' and 'desire' in the same space. Hence I thought it read "I strive for passions-without-desire" as if those two things were a unit. Seeing as they are near synonyms, I was having trouble gleaning meaning. So I finally decided that passion is the constant joy of the moment, offered to humans at a point where they either understand life enough to enjoy every moment, or something. Then desire would be false passion, because it comes not out of contentment but need. Hence, the play becomes a subtle dichotomy between contentment and fervor.

I'm likely very off, but that was my train of thought on the first reading.

Gunter Heidrich said...

No, that's very well said Evan. I'm not if I could have even related and articulated the meaning quite as well myself.

I've thought about (and experienced) this dichotomy as you put it for so long that beyond that line of poetry I've felt it very difficult to make myself clearer beyond that but your deconstruction's quite right in what it says.