Dan garcia-Black
on The Annual January Thaw by Dovina
27 Jul 2004, 7:10 PM
Great last two lines! The reversal of whom is against what took me a re-read to get. Well worth it to someone who thinks a hike is walking to the corner 7-11 instead of taking the car.
...and greatness has nothing to do with length.
length has nothing to do w/ greatness.
Interesting shuffle.
thank you though.
Well Dovy, how long does it take human tissue, or a culture, to decompose? (ret)
My original idea involved Africa. I thought it too cliche. Damn Olympics. heh.
I must be one of those embittered stoics.
I remember hiking, not in January (May I think), when there was no snow at the bottom of the mountain so I wore hi-tops on a whim - mistake since I was soon tramping through snow...
crappy snow. Good poem.
The carbon dating thing throws me because it dates dead tissue, which is ok except that I wonder why you bring it up, except to compare it with what he was about to say regarding the stars. Otherwise a good read.
Thanks. I hear you on the shorter refrain. I'll play around with it a bit more.
Thanks for the advice. I'm not really a lyrical sort, but I'll play with the form and repost.
a good read. the sentence with the carbon dating is a bit bloody though - I think you could easily fix it up.
Focusing more there on the stars' ability to inform Pomma of his mothers death might help that second part, too.
pretty catchy, really. I think the last stanza brings it down a notch though. What else might go there?
a fun piece.
this style always strikes me as little "list-like" as I have trouble with the line-to-line transitions. One gets the sense the lines exist solely to rhyme.
the fourth ("Neon...") stanza works pretty well I think, no?
A tough genre to break new ground with though.
I think with one "unlike now/...different life once" set and some indentation for that section it would make it pretty clear?
you might also set it up like a lyric, using that set (plus a bit more) as a chorus then a bridge to set up the last bit.
That could work too, I think.
Phommasanh is the name of an athlete from Laos.
I think it needs a refrain. Maybe just a shorter refrain. "Once... there was freshly laundered attire"
"Now... there are tank tops, etc." Let us figure out what happened. Good poem. Great ending.
Thanks. How do you think I could better set up the past and present?