Polysemy: Broken Folklore

Aged Blue Polysemy 1



Polysemy – Poly -, “many” & Sêma, “sign” – is the capacity for a SIGN(S) { a word, phrase, or symbol, like a Dream of a Tarot Card on a Table made of Shells & Coral that grew in the Clouds of Mnemosyne } to

Climb the Ladder that resembles an Ankh – see 2 halves of a Ghost that have Multiple related Meanings (Sememes),……………………..

Aged Polysemy 1

Behold a large semantic field !

The Painter dances midst Sunflowers,

Like Golden Mushrooms

Standing in for Traffic Signs.


Aged Blue Polysemy 2

What is the point of Art ?

It is a linguistic term, “having many meanings” or multiple meanings.

Painting with Polysemy on a canvas of Shadows & Echoes, watch the Sunflower stalks twist in the wind, waltzing Ankhs that sing of forgotten myths and that Lost Movie by Chaplin & Keaton, War of The Stone Rose ~ The Clown Village Dance (1927).


Aged Polysemy 1bm2


Goddess of Memory & Remembrance,

Inventress of Language and Words,

How did you divvy up

Meaning ?



Swedish Linguist

Adolf Noreen


Coined the Term.










Kissed by Mnemosyne,

Noreen declared

( Mused Energetically)

a Sememe was

a definite idea-content


in some linguistic form.”


Aged Blue Polysemy 3

Mnemosyne, daughter of Ouranos, is Goddess of Time. Memory is the Goddess of Time; She shapes reality and constructs meaning that grows beyond the large fields that we know.


She weaved rote memorization, the poets’ voice before the birth of writing and movies, into History, Sagas, and Legends. Myth, Polysemy’s other name, shapes the meaning of Truth.

Aged Polysemy 2

The Painter of Polysemy had lived his whole life in the village. At first he would have to travel twice a year to the Great City to sell his works, but as his reputation grew and his hair began to grey, the clients and the buyers came to him. He could afford a nice home in Polysemy Village, actually one of the nicest in the county.

It was on a bright warm day in Fall when a fine lady quite suddenly appeared at his courtyard gate. Mnemosyne had arrived in Polysemy Village and things would soon change in ways that none would forget.


The river bed stones,

Red as roses’ blooms in Fall,

Shine in the sunlight.

How the memory skips on –

Coming to wet rest beneath.


The roses’ scent in the courtyard seemed to bubble up like sparkling wine, as a young apprentice led the mysterious woman to where the Painter sat beneath the yellow leafed tree. The Painter rose to meet his unexpected guest, as his apprentice presented her to him.

Aged Polysemy 3


The Painter looked in her eyes and knew that the time of his greatest challenge was before him. She gave him a slight smile and nod , then handed him a slip of paper. With a bow, he accepted it and looked at the directions & specifications required of him. He heard his apprentice give a sudden gasp, the lady had faded away like a shadow confronting the rays of the sun.



The Painter began that very day on the year long work – he had exactly one year to finish this commission. When it was done, it would be named , The Clown Village Dance.

In the Clown Village,

Dancing congregation

Casts frenzied shadows.


Stone Roses rise-up,

Laughter banks no regrets, steps

Wildly, blindly spins –

Trucks no restraint or virtues.

Old men remember young shoes.



Bright courtyard birds flock.

Bold wings flutter, songs fly –

Tears paint flush faces.


Stone Rose Petals crack

Pebbles on the path, tear drops.

A loss for words – still.


Aged Polysemy 4

The Painter presented the finished work during the Carvers Festival. There was much merriment and dancing that day. Fewer and fewer people sought out The Painter. There were strange tales of how the roads to Polysemy Village seemed to twist and turn. Directions were unclear and signs seemed to mean different things to different travellers. Some say the Village vanished, but many claim to remember visiting it only a short while ago. Some even come home carrying a small token, be it a carved rose or a small painting of village life. These are said to be frauds; too recent for a place best reached by way of old tales and memory.


5 thoughts on “Polysemy: Broken Folklore

  1. Intense images and the luminousity in some is beautiful in the fullest meaning of the word. Beguiling and mysterious is the folklore, Joseph I think you’ve outdone yourself this time 🙂

    1. Many thanks Lee. This blog has turned into my experimental zone – blending ideas from the Media Literacy with creative expression from the Photo Blog. Besides highlighting other bloggers, I am using this one to stretch the definition/limits of various forms of creative writing in a hyper-text media and combine them with visuals/images that may go beyond a photograph or scanned image. 🙂

  2. I love the texture you have got in these images. They look like heavily textured paper or paintings. All the images are intriguing but I think the first one is my favourite.

    1. Thanks very much Suzanne. Glad you enjoyed this piece. The images have some basis in scanned paper, but after much manipulation, they have gone very far from the original elements. 🙂

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