A Candle Explains the Dance Floor (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: February 9, 1999

A Sonnet Finally Arrives

Tonight, as I hoped and with some anticipation have I come to a conclusion with a Sonnet on the brink of discovery. It was since Saturday night upon visiting X-Scape nightclub that I came up with the idea of this new Sonnet and for that reason I have here concluded my thought. On Sunday night I recalled how I seemed to find myself a girl that interested me and dazzled my glance for the night.

She was the one that I feel was closest to dancing up on me and the one that also liked me as well as I to her. Being in the bath as I usually am when coming up with my poetical thoughts I realized that my infatuation for this girl could have been realized in a simple flaming candle.

Candle, Wax and Wall

There were three important aspects of that Saturday night, the girl I was infatuated with, the abundance of people around her that were also pretty but I did not care for and the actual club and dance floor we were on. In poetical thought, that girl was like the flaming wick of a candle, the candle itself that made of wax was the abundance of people and the candle holder being the walls and floor of the dance club.

Because I was infatuated with this girl (The infatuation being the flame) the flame kept burning away at the wax and in turn, melting away any thought that there was another as beautiful or right for me as she was. Thus, my infatuation for her slowly diminished the population as my gaze passionate was only upon her. To explain it more precisely, my continual gaze was like lighting a candle in a darkened room and what was once so constant in darkness had now centered my true gaze upon the only animated object that to my eyes was in the room.

Too Shy to Approach

Despite that girl having been the center of my attention upon that dance floor I was too shy to approach her as is always with lust greater than lust. It is harder to approach someone you feel passionate towards than to approach someone that you don’t care that much of how they will respond to you. Take into comparison, Lyssa and Pavlina. With Pavlina I didn’t care what she thought of me and for that she was easy to attain where I didn’t really care if I got her or not.

With Lyssa, because I liked her and in turn loved her the approach was more hard and thus, if she was on the dance floor I would either choke up when trying to talk to her or not speak at all. Thus, this Sonnet is an embellishment of my Saturday night in the sense of my wording and emotional value considered in the poem.

Stuck at the First Line

This poem took so long to accomplish for one reason, I was stuck on how to begin. Once the first two or so lines were complete the rest of the Sonnet practically fell into my lap. But, I was so unaccustomed to the fact that I had writers block since Monday night where I wrote at least a page of poetical thought and poetical rhymes that with their lack of potency mostly failed to make it to the final cut.

Tonight I feel that I got my point across without giving too much away and of having to make the reader think and philosophize, to imagine that candle taking form of emotion and abundance. What else probably gave me some inspiration was another line of poetry I heard from Shakespeare’s ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ on a television show tonight. The line was ‘To live in the heart and die in the lap’ and with this show I learnt that Shakespeare is talking about love living in his heart and the word ‘die’ meaning that he will achieve sexual orgasm.

Borrowed Lines From Television

Before I move on to the Sonnet I have created let me just include poetry that I have heard and gathered over this barren stage to rhyme. Another poetical line I heard from television was ‘Is there such a thing as true love or do you only find truth in love’. Philosophy to me is an importance not worth living without and if I could, I would take a degree in it.

There is an opportunity for the future but will my life be condemned or exonerated of this poetical chance that my thought agrees to attend. Before I now begin, let me just note that Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty. Thus she adorns and tends the flame and beautifies the love that I hold within it and within the love that I am glancing upon. Thus, ‘I have in the name of art, another’…

The Candle Sonnet

Aphrodite shall tend such flaming wick,

O, truer love hast ne’er I graced till this day,

Thou crown the bosom of this masquerade,

And in his heart, shall you mine dance away,

That I, your worth with perched candle hast weighed,

Thou flow with grace aloft yon graceful hall,

That all thy beauty consumeth this breast,

My watchful eye struck midst flourishing all,

That all has but blinded and scorned the rest,

Your worth, flame’s saffron yellow shall decide,

Passionately so, my heart durst it taunt,

That with it, shall disperse such melting chide,

Shall ‘f flourishing all’s worth thy flame make gaunt,

Yet, I from this flame shall blushingly stand,

Were ‘t fools I lust mayst my fooled hand extend,

Explaining the Masquerade

Now to explain in precise form the contents and derivation of this Sonnet shall I as usually is done. Starting off line (1.1) speaks as in a soliloquy as is done through the whole Sonnet noting that this man has never seen someone as beautiful as what he has seen until the present time. As they are at a costume ball where they dance on the graceful hall (1.4) this lady to the man is the crowning glory of the dance floor (1.2). She is the heart of the masquerade and by masquerade it means to say that all there are as if hiding behind a mask in this dress ball.

This also indicates that the man feels as if the people look as if they don’t want to be discovered and so he is so-so about approaching her and rather, he stays at a glance to soliloquize about her. He speaks of the lady shall dance his heart away (1.3) while she dances upon the dance floor of such masquerade. Thus, his grievances of being distant and his lust being weighed (1.4) he finally speaks of her significance and worth in contrast to a candle that he spies on the wall.

Graceful Hall Graceful Flame

Line (1.5) depicts that she is a very smooth and graceful dancer that appeals to the man. The ‘graceful hall’ can also be seen as the walls that hold the candle and in turn as candle holder, grip the candle. Thus, ‘Thou flow with grace’ also speaks in addition how the flame upon the candle burns gracefully. With this you can also state that the graceful if slight movement of the flame from side to side can also be seen as the graceful dancing of the lady, from side to side.

Because she dances so beautifully as well as gracefully (1.6) my heart takes it all in, not as lust but as lust more than lust, an infatuation. You can also relate the flame with the lustful heart as to say the flame did burn it’s remembrance into the heart, a wound never needed of healing. Within all this crowd of people dancing my eyes are struck (1.7) and by that I mean that I have finally found something much appealing to the glare of my wandering eyes. For that, I am mesmerized and rather rewarded.

Blinded by the Flame

The ‘All’ from ‘flourishing all’ (Flourishing all which means the horde of people on the dance floor) is continued in line (1.8). Now it sights how the man has from his view been blinded to see anyone else apart from that lady and the rest have been scorned from his sight. Another analogy of this line would be to note what effect a candle would have once lit in a darkened room. The light emanating from the flame would light up the darkened room and in turn blind it in literary terms and whatever is closest it would scorn with it’s passionate heat.

Another comparison would be once again with the candle. Where the flame burns at the top of the candle, the wax there will be blinded, taking literally that the headmost wax were the closest mass of people in beauty or distance. As the flame continually burns the candle disintegrates and in turn, the scorned wax is that which is melted and pours down the sides of the candle. This scorned wax represents people also upon the dance floor and in contention with the beauty but the beauty is so powerful in my mind that the heat of it melts all else away.

The Flame Gives Its Verdict

The third segment beginning from line (1.9) now speaks of the lady’s worth that shall be defined and decided by the flame’s yellow and orange color. The lady dancing aware of herself but unaware of his glance does taunt his heart in a way (1.10) that only passion can explain it. He is mocked and made fun of in respect to her not noticing him but him noticing her.

Also, he wants to approach her but he is taunted by his lust more than lust for her and therefor, cannot approach her. Once again speaking literally of the candle in associated with the crowd (1.11) he says that with his heart’s fondness (The flame) he shall melt away and disperse the candle’s wax to naught. Using the word chide, I mean to glorify the sense that I find a fault with the population.

That fault being my growing fondness of the lady and thus, diminishing and finding fault in all other’s to in turn diminish. So, I have turned the form of the population chiding me as opposed to me chiding the population for not being as beautiful as what I was fixated upon. Line (1.12) speaks once again how the growing fondness in the flame will eventually with the burning out of the candle make gaunt the ‘Flourishing all’ known as the population apart from the lady.

The Closing Couplet

The couplet at the end of the Sonnet takes a step in a new direction. After speaking how beautiful the lady is and how she is above all on the dance floor he speaks of his known truth. He speaks how he has no faith to approach her and rather would stand at a distance to watch her and blush as she glances, never to approach her.

Rather, he puts himself down more as to say that he could walk up to any other lady that makes up the pitiful candle and speak with them not worrying about anxiety or cold feet. As they are only ladies of lust and certainly not ladies that I am infatuated with I have more ease to approach them as my emotions are not with me. Thus, I am more likely to extend my hand to a fool of my lust than to extend my hand to someone that I will one day love.