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Love everywhere,
Exploding, maims and blinds,
A living dance upon dead minds,
Love everywhere,
Exploding, maims and blinds,
A living dance upon dead minds
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed(measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
Why its love;
But at the earliest spear
Of sun
Perfectly should disappear
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains
Exploding, maims and blinds,
A living dance upon dead minds,
Love everywhere,
Exploding, maims and blinds,
A living dance upon dead minds
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed(measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
Why its love;
But at the earliest spear
Of sun
Perfectly should disappear
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget (perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed (measured)
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains
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Track duration: 03:33
"A Living Dance Upon Dead Minds" as written by Edward Carrington Breckenridge, James Riley Breckenridge, Dustin Michael Kensrue, Teppei Teranishi
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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this means that we should not try to "label" love in a punctual way, or in other terms, we should not try to describe love, as it is beyond common comprehension
it is NOT talking about labeling our brains, but actually saying we should not try to "label" love with our "punctual brains"
I think the poem is an argument against the tendency to use the left side of the brain to validate everything. The left side of the brain is used for sorting through things analytically, and logically, so to speak. It focuses more heavily on science rather than arts and emotion.
I think Cummings is implying that there is more to it than that, that we need rely on emotion and the right side of the brain at times, or at least more frequently. And then she goes on to carry this even further. She applies it to love. She disdains "the trivial labeling of punctual brains." Or in other words, she considers it beneath her to regard the human mind as simply a series of chemical reactions and nerves. And by applying this to love, she urges people not to be to haughtily scientific when it comes to things like that.
You know, it is kind of ironic that I am explaining this using evidence the relies heavily on science. But, it just goes to further prove the point Cumming is trying to make.
"a living dance upon dead minds*
*respectfully borrowed excerpts from a poem by e.e. cummings. in an experiment to look on them with different eyes[ears]"
He then proceeds to say "Sleep cannot be photographed, Measured"...by this he means our dreams cannot be photographed, our creativity as humans cannot be measured in a scholarlly sense, for it is infantant as the vastness of outerspace.....
he then says "disdains the trivial labelling of punctual brains" which to me means....Scorn the idea of labeling a person with a sharp brain, as we all are creative beings in one sense or another.
....as for "who wields a poem huger than the grave?"....i belive that means long after our mortal bodies have died, our creativity has the possibility to be everlasting...through the forms of art, lingustics or music ect...
"why its love
but at the earliest spear
of sun
perfectly should disappear"
you love the feeling of creating something new and unique but the sun destroys it. consider the sun represents reason or logic. Thrice refers to the concept of reason a lot.
"disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains"
people try to reason things that can't be reasoned some things cant be explained through logic like a persons mind and creativity.
a living dance upon dead minds? seems to me to mean an idea that is still very much still worshipped by people who aren't necessarily the smartest of us.
something that explodes, maims, and blinds, is not good. love is this thing that we believe to HELP us, to be the one thing we can always look to happily...but maybe all of this so-called 'love' is really what's killing us
i think it should be written
why it's "love"
but at the earliest spear
of sun
perfectly should disappear
i use the quotes to mean that its is CALLED love, but as soon as true light is shone upon it, it is revealed to be empty, meaningless, not real.
as for the other two parts, i'm kinda lost...i think i'd have to stare at the words a lot longer than i'm willing to do at 1:36 on a school night with a paper yet to do...
I don't know too much by way of the lyrics, there aren't many unique lines. I'd have to take a look at the poem... I like C.S. Lewis... but ee Cummings is very often way over my head...
Also -- liebherk, for future reference 'Puntual' means something more along the lines of 'timely' and not so much 'thinking quickly'.
'...distains the trivial labeling of puntual brains' literally seems to signify that something discredits the already pointly classification of timely minds
"disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains"
I'm not sure, but it could have something to do with scientists trying to classify a really smart person (punctual brain; they can solve problems or the like really fast or something) or someone with an extraordinary or miraculous ability into something that just doesn't fit them; they're way too complex to be described like that.
Notice that it talks about dancing on "dead" minds and later about death and the grave. Dancing on graves? I dunno. One thing I think, though, is that the "poem huger than the grave" is love. Who wields love? Could it have something to do with God (from the Christia perspective, like Dustin [although he didn't write it]) is described as the essence of love, or is it that every human being loves something or someone?
It just occured to me that that's just the song... I might try to analyze the actual poem later.