12-15-2015, 01:04 PM
Let me clarify, while the title is an inside joke (many of my titles are; I think this is a valid practice; we may have to agree to disagree on this one), the poem, on the other hand, is not. It is only about my frustration with John Long in the most superficial way, and only in the first half. I am in no way "not serious" about having other people read this poem.
I will admit that this being my first poem posted here, it was to some degree a testing of the waters. I am aware of how strange and difficult this piece is. I am aware that "strange" and "difficult" are two of the nicest terms one could use to describe it. I was sort of morbidly curious what anyone would have to say about it, what, if anything, I had actually managed to convey. I like to know from the outset how many people will tell me to f off if I present something wildly contrary to the popular aesthetic.
The poem has a great deal of meaning to me and I am currently rather enamored with it but, if history is any lesson, in a month or two I'll read it again and just groan. It is a persistent problem of mine that I fail to get my thoughts fully onto the page, my artistic gesture too often gets stuck somewhere between what I write and what goes through my mind when I read it. In this sense your critiques were quite helpful, as they showed me just how impenetrable my gesture was.
That said, writing this piece was a lot of fun and it's too bad you guys didn't get anything out of it. I am unsure to what extent that means that the poem is a failure.
I will admit that this being my first poem posted here, it was to some degree a testing of the waters. I am aware of how strange and difficult this piece is. I am aware that "strange" and "difficult" are two of the nicest terms one could use to describe it. I was sort of morbidly curious what anyone would have to say about it, what, if anything, I had actually managed to convey. I like to know from the outset how many people will tell me to f off if I present something wildly contrary to the popular aesthetic.
The poem has a great deal of meaning to me and I am currently rather enamored with it but, if history is any lesson, in a month or two I'll read it again and just groan. It is a persistent problem of mine that I fail to get my thoughts fully onto the page, my artistic gesture too often gets stuck somewhere between what I write and what goes through my mind when I read it. In this sense your critiques were quite helpful, as they showed me just how impenetrable my gesture was.
That said, writing this piece was a lot of fun and it's too bad you guys didn't get anything out of it. I am unsure to what extent that means that the poem is a failure.