A poemlet
: two truths | and a lie
: I am a liar : bracketed in
the unwieldy, the unyielding, a liar |for love
for a|rt, : hungry : desperate : but
apart.
+ A little thing. It was more but it's better less.
Second Assignment, late (of course) but worth it (I hope)
I wanted to write something that dealt with the construction of gendered identities, so I did. It works within a specifically heterosexual lens, which is intentional. Yet, it's not totally critique. There's a kind of mesermizing aspect to the dance of gender: a formulaic, unsympathetic samba toward something monstruous, elegant and artificial. -B. Table of Context i. mater every woman must own a little black dress, must wear it’s simple shape with complexity, learn it’s secret: that every woman is her own secret stuffed into a silhouette. every woman must own a little black dress, must remember where it’s curves meet, feign simplicity or at least the shape of it, learn where to make room for secrets in a silhouette. every woman must own a little black dress, must tuck away the shape of her dreams, learn how to hold herself simply, secret the complexities into the shape of a silhouette. ii. pater a man is an elegy of wood and stone. a man is not allowed. a man is an elegy of b...
imma post comments soon, but first a comment from joleen on the current, pink, layout:
ReplyDelete"it's telling me, 'joleen, i would totally fuck you, but honey, i'm gay!' unless, it's just trying to politely shun my advances, so that it seems like it's not my fault.
mmmmmmmmm
so, your lil’ poemlet,
ReplyDeletenot a ton to say, but I love the first two lines. The “for art…” line feels familiar in a not-so-good way, but outside of that, its good. I might not be the one to common on concision, but it seems fine – I want more, but that’s because concision terrifies me.
I like the monostrophe ending. “apart” is a weird way to end a poem, in the best possible way. the “:” feels over used, but good otherwise.
cheers man, excited to see you soon!
jp