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Fri Jul 28 2000 at 0:01:34
I guess it was sixth grade when Mrs. Trawick
ruined poetry
for me. We all (my class, and you, I bet) had to memorize an old classic. It usually rhymed which I do not think is
inherently bad
but it makes it so easy for kids to mock.
Robert Frost deserves better
than to be chanted singsong by some bored middle-schooler.
There was more to
hating it
than just memorization. We talked about it so fucking much, weeks and weeks on the same poem. It was
an ugly shock
to be told it wasn't about what I thought it was about, that it was a deception. I felt stupid not to have known right away that the woods are really
his actions
and the horse is his life.
Sleep is not sleep
, sleep in this case means death. Hell. I thought it was just a guy stopping his horse
to look at how pretty everything was
in the middle of winter night
. I liked thinking of him, tired and nodding on his horse, snow all around and on the shoulders of his woolen coat. I grant you that there may be more to it than that. Still, it was a long time before I could look at it the way I wanted to, which was : not having quite made up my mind yet, but liking the sound of the words.
Robert Frost deserves better
How to ruin poetry
Descartes was wrong
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
The Livin' Bejeezus Sleeps Tonight
Not wanting to sleep so the next day won't start
Itchy runs afoul of an Irishman
One Proud Watertower Wearing Lipstick
Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
Debris (an ode to Johnny Goodyear)
Lila, an Inquiry into Morals
your poetry inspired me to make this really practical item
Where two roads once diverged
cross boundaries of category and meaning
It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there
The Icicle Melts
Belle and Sebastian
Short Poems for Brief Moments, part 1
authorial intent
Cultural insight through language
English is not a Romance language
English As A Second F*cking Language
If you want to enter Miss World, learn to speak English
Song Of Myself