Monday 28 January 2013

Creative licencing



Truth is one of those indefinable, fickle words. We can say it is honesty, but whose version of truth do we listen to? Different things in our lives affect us differently so we each react to situation in individual ways; it’s open to interpretation.
And so it seems with literature we can look into the life and soul of an author and still know nothing about their writing. 

Emily Dickinson wrote all of her poetry in the first person but we cannot read every single line as a personal truth of hers, we cannot understand to what degrees she was being honest with her own feeling and what was influencing her at the time.
 It’s unavoidable for writers to not project parts of themselves onto their writing, the same way an artist cannot hide themselves with their paintings.

Friedrich Nietzsche said “There are no facts, only interpretations.” The same applies to truths and so there is most definitely truth to the stories we tell of our lives, but we choose the truths.

As for fiction it is all a case of interpretation and endlessly trying to understand something that you will never find the answer for …. So basically living life.

Here is an Intervention of Emily Dickinson’s poem “My life had stood - a loaded gun” the way I interpret it:
My life had stood – a loaded gun
But for his eyes to see
In corners –till a day
He saw me waiting there
The owner passed- identified
But it was he that
Carried me away
Arrange and compose, your audience is waiting…..

2 comments:

  1. This is interesting Beth. How does this intervention reflect your own interpretation of the ED poem?

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  2. I read the poem as a train of thought that loses momentum in part or changes direction. I filled in the blank of what I thought you could read the poem as.
    I think Emily Dickinson leaves a lot of room for interpretation and so you can read then in almost any way but her reasoning seems to be less of an elect decision more as a diary style freedom of thought, as we know she was know writing with the explicit intention of publishing, and so she had no audience to please. which perhaps creates a better more honest piece of work.

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