tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post1449184013116326161..comments2023-11-07T05:30:15.573-05:00Comments on experiential-experimental-literature: haibun || Sheila E. MurphyPeter Ganickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676556219845102578noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389998901432761549.post-11607715353868848052012-01-03T03:01:10.700-05:002012-01-03T03:01:10.700-05:00I liked this poem, Sheila.
I read this poem numer...I liked this poem, Sheila.<br /><br />I read this poem numerous times.<br /><br />At first, I read it as a critique of another writer. Like a dissection of a person into only unpleasant qualities.<br /><br />So it was the poem's "meanness" that first got my attention.<br /><br />And then I switched gears and read it as allegory of language and an apostrophe to language and the poem chameleonically changed its coloration instantly--the way Marianne Moore said the chameleon could "snap the spectrum up for food."<br /><br />But then your poems so often do just that, Sheila.<br /><br />Reading it this latter way, I found the poem's pathos very affecting, since "I won't purchase your endorsements of inclement votive warmth" seems to be the way I always feel when I momentarily "give up" on poetry (as for an hour or day) in my head...or wherever it is we "give up."<br /><br />If you see this comment, Sheila, thanks for the lovely seasonal poems--for the ones from years past and present. They always make it to a vertical surface where they can keep afloat over the more regular deposits of books and other sundries. :-)<br /><br />And Happy New Year to You and Yours!William Kecklerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com