Educated
November 13, 2008
We crack inside jokes at contrived consortia
Exchange glares and lock elbows in nudges
In an attempt to appease pretentious grudges.
So much authority over Freuds and Russells
Over herbal tea and Belgian mussels
Why so much angst against contemporary diction?
Why feel betrayed by uncultured fiction?
Too many brain-cells donated to poetry dissection
We call bitching “critique” and hostility, “introspection”
With feet up on the table, we are kings of the globe
We have so much to shatter, and so little to probe.
My friends and I are high and mighty
We slander our own but worship your deity
Our uniqueness is of a common variety
We despise our stagnancy, while calling you flighty.
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i am not being avengeful at all but the two poems are choppy. nevertheless i like your choice of simplicity of words, not very you. although the theme is not…. well to a certain extent it is simple. then again poetry is beautiful when the theme is simple but presented in a manner that enables you to literally ‘see’… visualize! which you are great at!
(questions in poetry… very someone(, well earlier poems… ‘but why cannot you see’…) u wrote poetry with? well tumio koro)
you left me… i miss you a lot!
My teacher I have only some words to say:
Your poetry is breathless; it is as quivering as buds in May. If Shakespeare lived he would have loved your company.
As you said annihilation of one’s self is the end. Death in life
Your expression is ripe and flawless; Life in all its exterior fragility and inner dynamic
Miss, your poem IS BRILLIANT
I am proud to be your student