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Posted by KID A on June 28, 2004, at 18:40:33
This poem is coprywrit 2004, Alan Michael Kulchak, Michael Mattz, Michael McCarthy, Future Ink. No part of it may be reproduced or quoted except in review form without consent from the author. amkultra@hotmail.com
I write this, to have done with the judgement of God.
Posted by tabitha on July 1, 2004, at 0:32:40
In reply to My Life in this World of Miserable Bores. (link), posted by KID A on June 28, 2004, at 18:40:33
I like ranty poems like that. And nonsense poems. I liked this anagram poem a lot..
http://forums.poetryx.com/viewtopic.php?t=376
So that line in yours about the bread-fed crowd in the stadium, is that a reference to that William Carlos Williams one, about the crowd at the ballgame?
I have the same reaction to a lot of your poems.. the words and rhythyms are pretty, and smart, but I hear a lot of self-hatred in them, so it's an attraction/repulsion reaction. Kinda like looking at art made of raw meat.
Posted by KID A on July 2, 2004, at 7:53:58
In reply to Re: My Life in this World of Miserable Bores. (link) » KID A, posted by tabitha on July 1, 2004, at 0:32:40
> I like ranty poems like that. And nonsense poems. I liked this anagram poem a lot..
> http://forums.poetryx.com/viewtopic.php?t=376Yes, his work has been quite experimental lately, and I've been very fond of it.
> So that line in yours about the bread-fed crowd in the stadium, is that a reference to that William Carlos Williams one, about the crowd at the ballgame?It's more like the author as spectacle, as mock-biography, as the Christian being fed to the lions, the bread-fed crowd being those in the Colluseum, to whom loafes of bread are tossed....
> I have the same reaction to a lot of your poems.. the words and rhythyms are pretty, and smart, but I hear a lot of self-hatred in them, so it's an attraction/repulsion reaction. Kinda like looking at art made of raw meat.
There is only so much 'self' in my poetry, I say this because I am writing it, so there has to be some liason between myself, and the poem, and the reader... the poem acts as go between from writer to reader, but the plots, and doubles in the poem aren't necissarily the writer, that particular poem is based heavily on the idea of doubles, of fakes or gods, of egomania, and faslehoods, at the end of the play The Tempest, the audience is addressed by three people, first by Prospero (the good/bad magician who is only as good as his books of magic who enslaves Caliban)... by the actor who portrays Prospero, and then finally by the writer himself, who in having written the play owes a bit of commentary as well... all of these addresses to the audience are in a way, confessions, or at least a beg of pardon... so my poem is like a confession almost, a great admission of doubt, it's also a condemnation, to whom, that is up to the reader.
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