Around mid-2016 a correspondent in the blogosphere made reference to the French philosopher Gaston Bachelard, whom I’d not encountered up to that point in my philosophically sheltered life.
Something must have clicked immediately because I found myself seeking out volumes of his works online, with a view to purchase everything I could find that was translated into English. It seemed that, with that one brief reference, I had subconsciously determined that this chap had something to offer me.
Wikepedia is full bottle on Bachelard, and I encourage you to read a little about this interesting fellow, but in briefest terms, what they have to say about him is this:
Gaston Bachelard (27 June 1884 – 16 October 1962) was a French philosopher. He made contributions in the fields of poetics and the philosophy of science.
At the time of writing (September 2017) I have not yet begun on his Scientific works, but I have been devouring his poetics which I find to be loaded with images and with ideas that speak to me, and demand of me that I attempt to elaborate, illustrate, translate them into my own examples.
This section of the blog will lead to the poems that have been inspired by my (still incomplete) readings of Bachelard. I’ll provide an indication in the poem’s tag of the Bachelard book that prompted the piece, in the remote event that someone should wish to follow my sources.
These poems mark a change in the nature and aim of my writing endeavours, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them.