03-14-2021, 12:54 AM
I enjoyed the familiarity and emotions that this poem reminded me of, the familiarity and emotions associated with finding common things strange: the sounds of some words, the way objects are shaped, etc. They sound or feel or look strange, and it's an open door to a foggy state of mind that feels, to me at least, comfortable and enjoyable. Or perhaps it's not like that all the time, but your poem made it look that way on this occasion. I'm not completely sure of the word "mutant", I'm not sure I would use it when thinking of a bird as a strange thing, or perhaps it's both "concept" and "mutant". Isn't a "mutant" something that exists and then mutes, afterwards? I feel it's the opposite of something that exists "all its own", meaning, as an established entity, not really mutating. But, at the same time, "the concept" is not "bird", it's the concept of a bird ("this is not a pipe"). Yes, I think it's fine. I'm enjoying it. Thank you!