JDRollins Posted July 18, 2005 Report Posted July 18, 2005 Solo again. Alone. I should somberly sigh. But even I have no pity for me. I could easily hide. There are plenty of broken places. Yet I could find myself again. Pretending seems to be easy. Then at least I'd be trusted. Pushing away from falseness is easier. I would longingly love to be lost In some dark, deep abyss Where only I can do the self-hurting Life is not so much unfair, As it is deplorably depressing. So what does damnable death taste like?
Parmenion Posted July 24, 2005 Report Posted July 24, 2005 (edited) It tastes exactly the same as the taste you had before you were alive. The protagonist of this poem reminds me of that robot in Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy who had a brain the size of a planet. Was the character loosely based on him at all? If so - bravo! I can definitely see that kind of black comedy in lines such as: "But even I have no pity for me". I thought this was a fantastic line! This tells us so much about the protagonist of the poem in such a short sentance! It tells us that the protagonist thinks he/she is a creature to be pitied, but unworthy of pity from everyone - even themselves! It tells us that the protagonist is too lowly a creature to be pitied or even perhaps beneath pity, if a lower level on the "to be pitied" scale exists! "I would longingly love to be lost In some dark, deep abyss Where only I can do the self-hurting" I found this paragraph a delight! The ironic use of the word "love" by the protagonist wanting to be lost in someplace where only he/she can hurt themselves stood out for me. Love is something very pure, very strong and quite a positive feeling. I find the contrast here uncanny. Th eprotagonist would "love" to be lost so that they can "hurt" themselves. Perhaps because they would rather hurt themself than run the risk of someone else "hurting" them. For some reason the protagonist seems to forget that in a dark deep abyss, it would be mother nature doing the hurting given food and water would be very difficult to find. The picture of Gollum living in his dark cave with his "precious" sprung to mind. A creature with a very weak backbone who rathered secluding himself away from everything that existed outside himself because he never learned that "trusting" and "risking" is not just a once off affair, but a daily event I would truly enjoy finding out where the inspiration for this poem sprang from. Though I would guess Gollum or Marvin I may not be right Edited July 24, 2005 by Parmenion
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