Alaeha Posted March 16, 2004 Report Posted March 16, 2004 I've noticed that the poets like to think themselves unique, when they themselves conform to mediocrity. Ergo, the mink they claim to hold is just a writhing worm within the rotting carcass of a horse. Though once a noble, mighty beast, it fell. The soft, fine fur is now stiff, brittle, coarse, and nothing has the power to compell the eyes which see, the ears which hear, to turn away. This farce must one day reach an end, but now, the best that one can do is spurn the worthlessness of such a "unique" trend. I've noticed that we poets like to call ourselves unique. I loathe -- detest -- such gall.
Ayshela Posted March 16, 2004 Report Posted March 16, 2004 i take it you didn't enjoy yourself at the poetry reading you had to attend, eh? *hugs*
Wyvern Posted March 18, 2004 Report Posted March 18, 2004 I really enjoyed this poem, Alaeha. I think you did an excellent job with the sonnet form of this piece, since the rhyme schemes and structure of the poem read as very original to me. I didn't even notice the classic sonnet format of the poem until I read it specifically searching for the rhyme schemes, and they made for a very intriguing read. I also really liked the scathing and bitter tone you set throughout the piece, as well as the numerous vivid images you used to illustrate your message. "Ergo, the mink/ they claim to hold is just a writhing worm" (ll. 3-4) was my favorite. On a side note: an interesting theory to consider... T.S Eliot argued that the "unique" trends in poetry are, in fact, part of the tradition of poetry, as great poets of the past have always innovated as part of a poetic tradition... Great poem.
Alaeha Posted March 18, 2004 Author Report Posted March 18, 2004 Heh, as Ayshela noted, I wrote it in response to a "poetry" reading (read: mockery) I attended. It's sad when it takes four readers on an open mic to get a decent poem in. Even sadder when that poem is an angry feminist poem. It's the problem with free verse: When read aloud, nine in ten free verse poems are either short stories or angry rants better suited for a blog than a poetry reading. The other one is incoherent. ;P But thanks to both of you!
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