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Ursula ([personal profile] ursula) wrote2003-03-07 09:47 am

If You're Really, Really Bored . . .

. . . You can go read my poetry and vote on which ones I should submit to the English department's contest.

Alternatively, you can vote on which ones you hate. I will probably agree with your criticism.

[identity profile] rabican.livejournal.com 2003-03-07 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
Well, this is only on the basis of one read-through and half a minute of thought, but July, Mr. Grant, and Dixit Apollo were my favorites.

[identity profile] eva-c.livejournal.com 2003-03-07 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I rather liked "How I Grew Up And Learned That Violence Is Not Always The Answer", "Dixit Apollo", and "Third Floor". (just the title of the first one would make it worthy)

If I were you, however, I wouldn't listen to myself because my skills at judging poetry are somewhere between nearly nonexistent to completely unexistant. If that is even a word.

I like the femmeslashiness in them for some reason...

[identity profile] jakemainstreet.livejournal.com 2003-03-07 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I like "Third Floor." Of course I'm biased. I think it could be ever better if you edited it some.

I'll read through the others more carefully when I get back.

[identity profile] jakemainstreet.livejournal.com 2003-03-11 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm no practiced critic when it comes to poetry, but here's what I think, having meditated on it as an average reader:

The connection between the 3rd floor and the maple tree isn't entirely clear. We know there is a connection and it has something to do with the falling leaves, and the color red -- we could interpret that to relate to growing up, sex, the passage of time? That's how I see it. Superimposing the moment that is the 3rd floor this year against the annual cycle of the tree, whose leaves fall for every 3rd floor group. But to you and the 3rd floor this year, the color red has a particular significance (you end the poem with it). So the tree plays two roles: it is "the other half" of the group's soul, which is red and sexual, but it is also the group's foil ("We are not falling," the binary appears to be something like youth/age). You end with the previous, making it the stronger and more striking of the images, yet the second is always running beneath the surface, creating, for me, a really poignant snapshot of what it means to be my age. But I make this interpretation knowing you, knowing this dorm. So if that is what you are trying to express, you might want to make it clearer for other readers.

I'm not sure I understand the significance of the curls. Are they supposed to be the equivalent of the falling leaves?

"We want the fourth person to scream at sex in the shower." I suppose the fourth person is Bing, but this line wouldn't make sense to strangers. I mean, you might want to give the fourth person a bit more of a colorful identity, maybe a line of dialogue as Mike and Franzi have.

I love the structure of the poem and would not change it, but one thing I tend to always look for is how does the whole suggest its parts, and vice versa? You could just leave it as it is and it would be fine, but you could also try and give the structure itself more significance.

Let me know if my interpretation is anything close to what you were intending (consciously or no).

[identity profile] kid-prufrock.livejournal.com 2003-03-08 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not a good critic; I lack sophistication and have an imperfect ear for poetry.

That said, my favorites are probably "After Galatea" (was that in a Small Craft Warnings? I can't remember), "Fucking Easy," and "July." "Literary" is wonderful but already published; "Enlightenment" is clever and has a terrific last line but its images stray dangerously close to caricature.