Life: not a Fairy-tale
bluejourneyman
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Locked away in a
secret room, like
a Jew fleeing from
the Nazis in 1942,
he hides his love.
Living in a secret
world for what seemed
like years he unbolts
the hidden door and
walks into the sunshine.
At first, the sun hurts his
eyes, he is free at
last. Picking up his weapon
he fights for his freedom.
Love exposed to the world
willing to die for his convictions
he presses on. He will never
hide this truth, again.
Many have died for this cause;
He is saddened when he thinks
of the causalities of war.
When love is true, one must
fight for it, like a knight
slaying a dragon for the queen.
He is not the king, but the knight
sworn to protect his queen.
He loves her.
secret room, like
a Jew fleeing from
the Nazis in 1942,
he hides his love.
Living in a secret
world for what seemed
like years he unbolts
the hidden door and
walks into the sunshine.
At first, the sun hurts his
eyes, he is free at
last. Picking up his weapon
he fights for his freedom.
Love exposed to the world
willing to die for his convictions
he presses on. He will never
hide this truth, again.
Many have died for this cause;
He is saddened when he thinks
of the causalities of war.
When love is true, one must
fight for it, like a knight
slaying a dragon for the queen.
He is not the king, but the knight
sworn to protect his queen.
He loves her.
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
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I'm not saying that writing about the holocaust in poetry is out of bounds, though the Marxist philosopher Theodor Adorno thought that only silence could express its unspeakable horror. But isn't this use of simile a bit excessive?
I must admit that something irks me about this piece:it's called, "Life: not a fairy-tale", but it nonetheless mythologises and reduces the unspeakable horrors of war to a convenient linguistic formula, by equating them with a lyric, romantic trope of heroic love. This isn't the apparent intention of the poem's theme, which is to show love as a struggle against the horrors of the world and not as a fairy-tale idyll. However, that the simile I just mentioned should fall in the same work as
like a knight
slaying a dragon for the queen
undercuts the poem's attempt at anti-romanticism and an expression of modernday, realistic love, by throwing in this commonplace image, that's the epitome of medieval romance.
Adorno said, "After Auschwitz it is barbaric to write poetry". This might be reactionary, just as Vanity Fair was reactionary in saying, in the 9/11, that from thereon, "Irony" was "dead". Now, I disagree, but I think that one does need to think, well, here I have one simile that reduces a world cataclysm to a trope expressing my state of mind; is it appropriate to render this equivalent - as a poetic device which, here, has a particular rhetorical effect - to a simile of romance? And does this romance simile work, when I'm trying to interrogate romanticism?
I'd rethink, and rewrite the similes in this poem. There's a good piece here, which some tweaking and objective, critical thinking will bring out.
Hope my comments have been helpful.
For about six months. They
Have no problem telling me what they
Think of my poetry. I like that, as do I
Welcome your comments with open
Arms. I totally agree with what you said.
I was trying to express a hidden love exposed,
Worth fighting for. The analogy of the Jewish struggle may have
Been extreme. If I have offended others that was not my intent.
The Jewish nation has struggled/fought for their freedom to live and love,
That was the comparison. I feel love is a deep seeded feeling worth fighting and Sometimes dying for. I guess what I was trying to convey is that we are all meant To be free and pursue peace, love and happiness, not to hide from outside sources. However, there are always those
Bastards trying to kill our passion. I hope I addressed your concerns.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
And I thought you were just a pretty face! :rolleyes:
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out