Remember a few days ago when I wrote about how my college tutors were telling me to stop creating mysteries and solve more of them? (If you don’t click here!) In summary, I was struggling on how to write an essay on poetry without getting too philosophical and joyfully writing about the mystery of life and love without coming to a definitive conclusion.
So I was feeling rather stuck. How can I write an essay without straying off into mystery? After I blogged last week I had an “Aha!” moment, which I started to think might be rather ridiculous and risky. But hey, when the Spirit moves you…
So that I couldn’t get distracted by mystery in my essay and stray from the point, I decided to be clever and make mystery the subject of my essay. That way, when I delved into philosophical ideas and rejoiced in the beautiful mysteries of life (“go with the flow” is an important life lesson for many an occasion), I wasn’t at all straying from the point. Get it?
Quite clever really… and perhaps a bit cheeky! As I explained what I had done to my classmate Jess before handing in my paper she howled with laughter and couldn’t wait to see what my tutor would give me.
I got an A. Mwahahahahaha 😀 My tutor said it was his favourite of my essays for the year. And so, while I won’t include it all, I hope you’ll enjoy the conclusion of my essay…
Blake writes about the mystery of God, and Marvell writes about the overpowering forces of love which he cannot explain. Throughout time we have lived in mystery, there have been things and emotions that cannot be explained with science or reason, only through poetry. For great poetry is a stream a consciousness, a pure flowing expression of life, and whilst rooted in the culture of its time appeals to readers of all times for we share a common humanity, and a common desire to express and share what we feel and know to be true, whether reason can explain it or not. As Vincent Clough wrote in ‘Ashes to Eucalyptus’, “verse speaks with an intimacy impossible for other forms of writing to conceive.”
Jess rolled her eyes as I grinned at her, having successfully found a way to “go off on one” with philosophy. Having a few minutes before this showed her my 4th Harry Potter study book (full of theology!) she decided to give me a new nickname… Nerd! And she didn’t mean the stereotypical nerd that can’t do sport (I have done so much sport!) or that is socially inept (I love quiet spaces but I also love people). Apparently I am the kind of nerd that is an “intelligent goof”… which I find to be a wonderful compliment 😀