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SchlitzSchlitz Posts: 141
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
A crease on my pants as I iron
Put that hot metal on it
As my tears drop I avoid burning my skin
Remember I have a meeting
Better adjust and get ready
Nothing is wrong of course
Take my notes and smile
Get up to leave
Rich men and their money
Remember I’m country
i have to remain at top sassiness, even though my inner sass is struggling
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    This moved me...I get a strong feeling of what it is to BE your poem's speaker: Alienated from the surreality of ritual and routine and all the domestic and corporate urban constructions of identity through status and productivity (that push sensitive people deeper into themselves); feeling all the pain and marginalisation that comes from engagement against a lying world.

    It's odd to say that one can "enjoy" reading a poem that takes the reader so deeply into one's heart like this, but Aristotle in his "Poetics" said that catharsis was where great art evokes feelings of pity and terror in the reader/spectator/listener, purging them of their own pains and elevating them to a higher state of being and self-knowledge. Nonetheless, I did appreciate the poem, if "enjoy" is the wrong word.

    Thanks.
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