Art is in many ways magical. That someone can create something 1000 years ago and people find it and understand it goes to show that magic exists, just not in the form we most associate with magic.
The creative process, when one thinks about it, just goes to show how incredible the brain is. Let us consider a poem for example. To do so, we will look at one of my favourite poems, Annabel Lee (AL)by the great American writer, Edgar Allan Poe.
The opening lines;
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
May not seem that impressive, not in the same league as Kafka’s opening from his short story, Metamorphosis;
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. (note: recent translations think that he may have turned into a dung beetle)
Or, to return to poetry, Allen Ginsberg’s poem Howl (which went on trial for obscenity, ah, the 1950s America, such a simpler time, unless you were not a WASP heterosexual white male with money)
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
Yet the opening of Poe’s AL is miraculous in its own right.
First, let’s consider the process. Sat in a room, a man had a thought. He then took this thought and using symbols which had a predetermined meaning, using ink, created these symbols on paper in a certain order to be able to convey what he was thinking. 173 years later (it was published in 1849), you, dear reader, sees these words in a digital version of the ink and paper and immediately understand what they mean.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
We know that the story took place a long time ago and by the wonders of imagination we know that, although it was written a long time ago, for us, this story takes place long before that. Suddenly, through the associative process of ‘time’, ‘long ago’ and different places our brains say, ‘ah maybe it was the 17th century?’ and visualise the houses and town this story took place in. If we are western, we may visualise western architecture. If we are Chinese, we may visualise Chinese architecture. If our minds go back further, we may imagine a place with architecture like the Parthenon in Athens, from Antiquity (the Golden Age, if you were a white male with money). Indeed, it is possible that we would not see the building the story took place in as we would see a building out of a window now, rather, it may resemble more an illustration or a painting. Indeed, given how we have been conditioned to think of ‘the past’ it may be in black and white or tinged with sepia.
Once we have established, in a split second, where it took place, what kind of town, we are then given more information. The town is by the sea- we now transpose our building/town to the seaside, based upon the concept in which the building would be appropriate, e.g. not a Chinese house in a French fishing village, as our brains have decided that this story is ‘real’ and therefore every aspect of it must conform to the reality. We also find out that it is a ‘Kingdom’. Here there may be a divergence. Some might see it as a literal kingdom and see them as a prince and princess, with a castle, or a Romeo and Juliet, or some may see it still as the same hamlet and take the terminology as being used for romantic purposes by the storyteller (who we may or may not identify with the real Poe).
Having been introduced to the main character, the narrator, and setting, we then are introduced to another cast member of the little story,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
What Poe does here is incredible because, instead of loading us up with information about some strange and exotic creature, a mythological princess, for what Poe is doing here is creating his own mythos, Poe takes this new character and says that, you, the reader, may be familiar with her. Maybe you know her father? Maybe she works in the bakery you visit for your morning bread? This, not only makes the reader feel an emotional connection with the story (pathos), but also does a lot of heavy lifting. Instead of defining Annabel Lee, Poe is letting the reader do so by creating their own image of her, or by wanting to be ‘part of’ the story, and not just an observer, claim to know more than is possible to known, possibly referring to Jungian Archetypes
(note: Jungian archetypes are defined as universal, primal symbols and images that derive from the collective unconscious, as proposed by Carl Jung. There are twelve brand archetypes: The Innocent, Everyman, Hero, Outlaw, Explorer, Creator, Ruler, Magician, Lover, Caregiver, Jester, and Sage)
or people from our own experiences. What this does is form a quick emotional link with the reader who becomes invested in the characters, especially after the next lines;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
Once we have this set up, a small hamlet by the sea in which two people live for nothing but the other (his use of lived is deliberately ironic as we will see later), the story can then unfurl (see below for the full poem).
We find that not all is happy, and that their love was so pure that even the angels envied them and this is why the powers of Heaven made Annabel Lee sick so that she died.
However, as the story comes to an end, we find that their love is so pure and powerful that every night the narrator dreams of their love and lies down, we assume, in dreams by
…the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride
And then we get the twist which makes the incredibly beautiful story devastating for each night he lies next to her
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Which we suppose to be literal, i.e. the young man lying awake each night next to/on the coffin of his bride to be.
All of this depth, complexity and emotion stems from one thing. A person using a pen to create forms which have presupposed meanings. And so, this is art- from painting to film to writing etc.-, art is about taking a thought and/or emotion and using universal forms, projecting this thought/emotion so that anyone who encounters it and knows the forms, can, possibly, experience the same thought/emotion that once existed solely (pun intended) as a thought.
‘till next time
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Annabel Lee
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.