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Dichotomy of things — american sweet things, strawberries too small and not enough for american tastebuds, too much too soon, all love in favour of—
This was sweet. I like how you can almost make two poems side by side, able to be read separately and then together for three different readings. It's much textured!! Love it. It has so many moments contained within it and separated into three parts — left, right, together — and I adore how the meaning changes when divided between. Absolutely splendid, like eating the leaves and then the vines and then switching. Decadent. Chocolate flowers with honeysuckle nectar
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?
hello,
this poem is certainly among my favorite on site. I credit this to the sonority more than anything else. there is something in the sound of it which just remains in my voice after I have read it. I took the zig-zagging central bisection to be a sign that one should read both the poem together, and both sides separately, and that is how I first read through it. this made for an extremely fun and fulfilling reading experience, and felt much like vivisection.
the poem offers to me a portrait of many of the emotions which are the most fundamental to my experience of being, and has the effect of making me feel simultaneously understood and understanding, which I think is one of the four horsemen of good poetry.
thank you very much for sharing
I think the worst part about being trans is that no matter how far into your transition you are you will always possess an element of the self that forever feels like an unknowable, unattainable mask that haunts and stalks you as a shadow and that continues to retain some element of unknowingness and uncertainty no matter your attempts to pierce it's inky veil. This poem captured that in verdant grass and steel eyed stares into the middle distance. Good shit.
I watch the yonder hills
See foodwrenches toil in dust
Let their cacophonous calls
Rend our bodies to rust
my appreciation of your work tends to be very elemental and intuitive, and this is no exception. i'm not sure that i really follow what it's about, but it makes me feel that i am in a strawberry field with a shimmering hovering low above the plants, and that's good enough for me. i enjoy the multiple ways of reading as much as i did when dave did it, too.
This is a very, very good poem. I like the way it uses the sound of the words as well as the appearance to drive home the jagged disconnect between the two speakers. And yet, there is a curious synthesis in the whole that I still don't quite understand. Well done, Carolynn.
Gently torn +1.
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