- Non-Erotic Poetry
- La Petite Mort
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The poets speak of death
as if it is the Greenwich Village of the Underworld
and they are the only ones with entry Visas.
These are the love handles of amplified life:
a mere misery of miniseries on channel five,
of calories, spending of tax dollars, the dishes
and who last washed them, medicating for legal reasons,
new babies in dumpsters, finding a parking spot downtown.
All the glorious middle parts,
they say this is the small death.
The French mean something different
but they are largely ignored. Death instead,
may be the absence of food.
(And the existentialists say it is the consumer who becomes the consumed.
The poets do not chuckle.)
Lately,
I think on death,
as of late, the late me,
and believe if anything death is much too punctual.
- COMMENTS
sassynycalmost 16 years agoi think these two verses are especially brilliant:
1)These are the love handles of amplified life:
a mere misery of miniseries on channel five,
of calories, spending of tax dollars, the dishes
and who last washed them, medicating for legal reasons,
new babies in dumpsters, finding a parking spot downtown.
(because we're a nation of excess)
2)Lately,
I think on death,
as of late, the late me,
and believe if anything death is much too punctual
(a simple idea, and cleverly worded)
i also thought the line about the existentialists' thoughts was spot on. nicely done
KOLKOREalmost 16 years agoTHANKS FOR YOUR MUSINGS ON DEATH AT TIMES OF PLENTY. I FELT THAT YOU WERE LEADING A PROVOCATIVE NARRATIVE ON THE SLOW SUICUDAL HABITS OF CONSUMERS TURNING ON THEMSELVES LIKE THE UNFOGRTABLE IMAGE FROM :"YELLOW SUBMARINE", WHEN THE ULTIMATE CONSUMER CREATURE: ‘THE VACCCUME MOUTH’ TURNS ITS KNOB INTO ITS OWN BODY AND PROMPTLY DISAPPEARS...GIVEN THE ABOVE, I STRUGGLED A BIT WITH THE 'PUNCUALITY OF DEATH' AT THE END. PERHAPS YOU MADE A DISTINCTION BETWEEN THE SLOW DEATH AND THE FINAL ONE. I WOULD HAVE STUCK WITH THE SLOW UN ROMANTIC DEATH, IF ONLY TO STICK IT TO THE POMPOUS POETS...
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoI blurbed you in the New Poems Review thread in the Poetry Feedback & Discussion forum. Perhaps you'll send me an autographed copy of your first book. :-)
