Christof
on Loosed by <~>
18 Oct 2002, 7:54 AM
'brothers and lovers'? You have been paying close heed to Mrs G's work, I think. I wonder if the second stanza needs some more clarification? I'm not quite sure of how the inter-relationships work.
There's a hint of Yoda in the final 5 or 6 lines - are you a Jedi?
Will he be biting into her? An unexpectedly visceral undertone, which I like. I also like the details about the bookworms and the honour students.
eh.
Captivating. The hunter's impotence is so beautifully drawn and held back for the end. 'Shellac of frost' - very good.
This is full of really great imagery - your visual imagination is full of marvels - but the poem as a whole doesn't hang together for me. Perhaps you should try tighter structures? This is almost too allusive, to the point of incoherence. But your eyes and ears are finely tuned...
i like all the images and the way you address the situation. but if it's a fast punk song, giving it a hammering meter. then it would strike down opposition.
why? why why why?
this sucks.
she's givin more than the look. i love this. except for the 69 reference. that's not handles as well as the rest of it. show me you know how to handle it, ua
The interesting paradox is that when the British banned suttee, they were performing a civilised act (amongst lots of admittedly uncivilised acts) but the Indian culture clung onto it almost as a way of raising to fingers to Imperial rule. But I think most rational people are with the English on this particular question. So where does this leave us in the morally relatvistic world? Is there basic morality, or do we let cultures get on with their own lives? Which leads us to the Arab world and America...
the first 7 lines are clumsier than the balance. it is a sparkling instant, and desrves to be captured so. please consider re-working. i would love to see this shine.
I don't think you should lean back on the phrase 'indescribable emotion' - it's the poet's job to describe it, otherwise how can the reader feel it?
Something tells me that these are not the hardest bunch ever - where are you from, Chalfont St Giles?. A Morris Minor? Recasting Margaret Thatcher as an ace rapper is cool.
You've forced me to revisit a horrible childhood nightmare - little orange singing men. Yikes.