A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

[crankyturtle]

My swirling wants. Your frozen lips.
The grammar turned and attacked me.
Themes, written under duress.
Emptiness of notations.

They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds.

I want you to see this before I leave:
the experience of repetition as death
the failure of criticism to locate the pain
the poster in the bus that said:
my bleeding

Comments

[lucidsavant]

that's referencing a john donne poem, did you know? i taught it recently.

and if ever a poem was crying out for a feminist rewrite. . . though she missed out on the "woman with erection" metaphor, which is a wasted opportunity.

lubs!

[crankyturtle]

no i did not know about the john donne ref. or, wait, maybe i did. i vaguely remember reading this for 'poetry in the making' years ago.

and aww, you taught it! ooo's a clever girl??!

it is too hot here! wanna swap hemispheres? and i hear you will soon be gallivanting in paris and g&b?? *is jealous*

[lucidsavant]

i am so fuckin' clever. yes, let's swap hemispheres. i was wandering round in below freezing temps last night, slipping on the icy footpaths. which was, actually, kinda cool, but you get tired of it after a while.

yes, gallivanting begins soon. if i get this marking done in time. . .

urg. stressed. being stressed is boring. where's my scotch?

how are you? what news?