I read this at the beginning of my design class and I've been thinking about it for about an hour now... I loved it at first, but it always takes me awhile to pinpoint what specifically causing it to be so moving. So right now I keep thinking about "And now we're getting older...etc" and various They Might Be Giants songs. Sure my design teacher looks like John Linnel, but I think that's only partically why. You addressed age in a way that doesn't really dumb it down, but changes the context so it is really rooted in the irony. The childlike language with adult aging, death, unhappiness, ugliness. I never had thought about dirt the way you described it either, which I really really really enjoyed.
Oh, and They'll Need a Crane and Dr. Worm are two of my favorite songs in the world now. I even drew a worm's face popping out of the window of an ambulance with one of headband things with the round shiny circle attached.
I've always had a soft spot for wrinkles. They remind me of the moustache you get from drinking hot chocolate milk, because they're sort of traces of things you do or feel (or did or felt at some point). Plus the Mediteranean girl in me has always praised wrinkles due to squinting eyes in the sun (it feels so good, especially in Winter, and otherwise I would have to throw stones at my entire family for doing it all year long : enjoying, staring and squinting at the sun...)
Your poem almost sounds like a nursery rhyme, technically I mean.
I did tell you that I like the way you write, right?
ps. And I started reading poems by Rumi and understanding what you meant about them (at least, I think I am.)
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Your poem almost sounds like a nursery rhyme, technically I mean.
I did tell you that I like the way you write, right?
ps. And I started reading poems by Rumi and understanding what you meant about them (at least, I think I am.)
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