You said I ought to edit myself
I tore my dress: comma-sized/black.
You said to prune my brainy flights
I chopped my hair until it stood twig-like on my skull
You said I should delete wasteful adjectives
I smiled brightly as I crossed out your note
You said I best purge the literal
I swallowed Pound’s bough. Its rotted petals reconstructing
in my throat
7 comments:
now, now. you're getting yourself all worked up.
Ha. I am, as they say, "laughing out loud."
don't listen to the editors... most of them are just bitter because they couldn't make it as a writer!
oh... and don't edit anything in your life because of what someone else said (not that i take everything i see written as literal or non fiction)... just saying...
:)
Love it! Fun!
Thanks folks. This was written in the voice of a 19 year old (former me) sitting in a New School poetry workshop.
Very silly.
I really like the structure. The lines jump out at me and echo in my mind. Very nice poem.
that is straight heavy metal poetry: badwang! barrang! I pity the fool...
Now I have to go look up Ezra there; have forgotten all about him even if I ever read anything of his. Sigh. Research. Good thing I like it and have treats to enjoy during.
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