My Mind Is
My Mind Is - meaning Summary
Identity Sculpted by Sensation
The poem presents the speaker’s mind as an inert core—"a big hunk of irrevocable nothing"—continually shaped by the five senses. Sensory impressions act like chisels that both wound and fashion, producing minor but meaningful changes in the self. The voice vacillates between helplessness and sly recognition of emerging identity, ending in vivid, color-charged cries that suggest both pain and affirmation of becoming "myself."
Read Complete Analysesmy mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex -ecute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact myself Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.
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