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| Biswo |
Posted
on 22-Apr-01 08:04 PM
Dear Namita:
I hope I am not late.For some inevitable circumstances, I couldn't
post my comments about your poem on time as promised.
This poem looks freshly written.A defiance of spites and barbs
of people, and also urging for composure to discussants. The
first a few lines somewhat serves as a red herring, and I was
expecting some description of an elegant Versace clad party goer.
However, the poem is very discrete in its structure, it suddenly
shifts its location, and reaches the theme eventhough it takes
time to connect different sections of the poems. Structurally, it
has been more complex than other of your previous poems.
You frequently expressed the prevalent irony in your observation
of the world in your poem,which has been a consistent theme from
the start (dagger/versace/DD), and the poem looks very consistent
and beautiful when we reach to these lines:
Through the crack
I sense the world parading
In its all glory and gory (gore?)
Within
and there.
In fact, the whole poem has acquired oneness by this common
theme:the expression of ironies.
The poem quickly becomes almost unfathomable thereafter. It is a
radical shift from your past approach,I don't know why. But still
the succeeding lines are very elegantly weaved together,eventhough
residing in the holistic discrete feature.Such elegance has helped
the writing to become a style, rather than a mere approach.
My opinions only.
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| namita |
Posted
on 23-Apr-01 11:18 AM
Biswo,
Thank you for taking time to write comments on my so called poems.
It is amazing you find time to read (when i said read, i meant *really* read!)somebody else's posting seriously and analyze and post! You give equal importance what poeple are writing in this site as you would give Pulitzer Prize Winner's work. You are not just interested what you have to say - somebody who is in a big egomaniacal roller coaster ride where one does not see anything except one's own thrill. I value your comments and please don't stop. Because I don't agree or refute here about my "work" please don't think it doesn't matter either way: that it is all subjective, that it is upto the eyes of beholder. The truth is far from it. I see the world from certain angle and my wordlview is shaped by how I see it. I just feel I am giving too much importance to my work if I start writing (explaining) on my own writing! I take, this page as a tool to learn from other people's knowledge and mistakes ( mine as well as others) not for the enjoyment of seeing my own name.
I would like to add Mary Oliver(Pulitzer Prizer winner of 1984 (or is it 5?) from her poem 'The Sumer Day'
I don't exactly know what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
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Posted
on 23-Apr-01 11:32 AM
Sorry, i left two lines from that poem. I am posting it again:
I don't exactly know what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon,
Tell, me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
ps: she delivers her poem just as beautifully as she writes. she almost made me cry last time when she was reciting her poetry in Trinity Church, here in Boston.
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| sally |
Posted
on 23-Apr-01 11:46 AM
When I read that Mary Oliver poem (what a great poet!) I thought this might be a time to share a poem that I have up by my computer ... It's relevant to life in general, of course, but given the often frustration-filled conversations about Nepal that often fill this space (and our Real World spaces, as well) I think it's something to think about. It's by Marge Piercy.
Attention is love, what we must give
children, mothers, fathers, pets,
our friends, the news, the woes of others.
What we want to change we curse and then
pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can
with eyes and hands and tongue. If you
can't bless it, get ready to make it new.
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| Biswo |
Posted
on 23-Apr-01 01:25 PM
Dear Namita :
Thanks for undeserved praise.It was great to read your comment
actually.I sometimes feel bad that I don't follow the traditional
structure of criticism writing, and write in my own way. For
veterans, it may somewhat look absurd.
Hope to see your more poems soon.And Thanks Sally for posting one
more poem.Somebody told me in the past that wine and poem has one
great similarity:it needs culture to appreciate them.One can't
find which poem is good or which poem is bad without reading a lot
of other poems. For a starter, TS Eliot's poem also doesn't make
any sense.
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| Hari |
Posted
on 23-Apr-01 11:09 PM
All this talk about Poems and Acquired Taste got me into a poetic mood. The following is just for fun :-)
Poetry tastes good with Experience and Age
Innonence, Experience
Experience innocence;
but experience too,
the seasonings of experience
They rave the purity of innocence
but they don't
deny
the fire
the passion
of experience
Remember the fun
of that Cat in the Hat
but don't ever
forget
Prufrock's lovesong in the Wasteland
Taste that melted slice of american
stashed in between
those two pieces of bread
but forget not the camembert
spread on those crackers
when sipping pouilly-fuisse
For
like good cheese
or fine wine
poetry only gets better
with experience
Dui Paise "Poetic" Musings
Hari
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| Biswo |
Posted
on 23-Apr-01 11:26 PM
Dear Hari:
Thanks for posting your poem. The poem is nice, and I hope to
get more time to pore over it in the future.
In the mean time, please post poems in literature section. So
that it doesn't get suppressed in the morass of all these
comments of Discussion section.My idea is that we write literature
in 'literature' section, and write comments about it on discussion
section.My request only.
Meanwhile, I liked the 'versification' of the wine and poetry
thing. And I guess the following sentence:
>Prufrock's lovesong in the Wasteland
was probably meant to be
Prufrock's lovesong and the Wasteland
Don't take my comments seriously and looking for more of your
poems:
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