Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Mar 11, 2002
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Thank you, of course, Angie, but I'm curious why you say that. The poem is, in my opinion, trash. Just me writing something to satisfy the challenge requirement.
I've been preoccupied all year, taking courses in other, or similar, things: film history, creative writing. I've been trying to write fiction the last few weeks. Boy, is that a train wreck.
I might be better for a bit because we're on the poetry segment now. Or I might be worse. Writing for class requirements is not something that often inspires good poetry.
My suggestion is y'all read greenmountaineer and Ange and Tess and bogus and Harry and Desejo, wherever she's gone, for the next several weeks. They all actually do know what they're doing.
Me? I'm cadging for tips in a parking lot.
No sir, no, I did not scuff your fender.
I didn't say I thought it was a perfect poem. I could (but won't) nitpick over where it doesn't seem to work. I do recognize that there are snippets that are decidedly clunky, especially that fifth strophe. I also think that in comparison to some of your other recent offerings, it looks pretty good. Are you wondering where the compliment went?
It does have a distinctive narrative voice. I can imagine that guy ruminating over a drink, analyzing like Hamlet (sorta: forgive my hyperbole) his simultaneous revulsion and gratitude for a woman with whom he has a sexually thrilling but (emotionally? spiritually? intellectually?) empty experience. There are some excellent double meanings ("open," "lie"), phrasings ("to gutter myself"), a really good metaphor ("besmirched"), some line breaks I also like because they support dual meanings. I love the last strophe where the narrator stutters his confusion to end on a whore/Madonna image.
Say, maybe I like it because it made me think of this song, which I love.
Or maybe I've just missed you and am enthusiastic about your poetry overall. But I do think I'm right about what I see in the poem. It worked for me.
We should definitely have a good cry together sometime about the fiction thing.
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