OK, so I'm not sure why April is being such an odd month this year, but every time I have time to sit down and write, there is....nothing to write, no wayto organize my thoughs into something that soundslike anything other than gibberish. And then I am reminded f e.e. cummings, who turned gibberish into lyrical art, and many of the other great poets who also did fun things with wrds (hence, "great poets"). It reminds me that, while poetry is expression of thought, it is also an experiment with multiple facets: sound, word economy, thought, popular culture, wit, grammar, tempo, and perhaps most importantly, feelings. It's an experiment the poet takes on to make the reader fel something. Sometimes, it's good things,and sometimes...not so good things. The point is to illicit a responce from the reader. Very important to remember this...especially when reading this first one!
Chaos Theory
Order la ckin g,
R ando mnes s appears
and i s g one agai n,
when y ou lea st exp ect,
it grabs a t you,
stee ly blad es shar pen ed
t o raz or edg e,
cut ting loo se t he re d
tid e o f li fe.
You're no thin g, an d som eth ing,
al wa ys going to a nd f ro,
kn owin g hate a nd fe ar
mea n li ttle.
"Me" i s lo st i n th e shu ffle.
They say that en creating poetry, you're not suposed to take on such grand topics like love, hate, despair, anger, fear, etc. The idea is that these topics are too large to even try and explain, so "don't do it" is the rule. Given this week, though, and the events in Boston, and in some few lives of some people I know, it sems somehow appropriate to deal with one of these larger topics.
Hurt
There is no sense,
no reason, no truth,
no need,
but we do it.
Kill, maim, destroy,
disrupt-
anger and resentment the drug,
adrenaline flows unchecked.
The rush we're addictd to -
to make us feel better, like we're in control.
but we're not.
We do it with words,
actions, lies; with fists and kicks,
with guns and bombs.
There is always collateral damage,
the curse of the selfish.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
Poem 1 - okay, okay, playing with form. Everyone needs to experiment a little now and again. I was sort of hoping you'd leave out some letters to make it even more fun to decipher.
Poem 2 - whoever said not to tackle big subjects with poetry should be slapped with a wet noodle. One could argue that the entirety of human existence could be rendered into a poem, a stanza, a couplet, if but the right words were used.
Oh, right, the poem itself. Descriptive and structure work well enough, the multiplicity of emotion, coupled with the stepping back to give commentary on the things you talk about in the beginning. It works. It's a good example of even if the poetry itself isn't shining off the page - sorry - that you've got a good way with structuring your poetry, your organization of words, lines and punctuations, the rhythm inherently needed.
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