Wow. Thanks so much.
Poetry / apocalypse, later
We live on faulty earth in paper houses, subsist on the crumbs of a stale paradigm and pretend to be grounded.
California has a cruel streak about 800 miles long and if you’re not careful she’ll turn you upside down.
Today there was a question mark in the sky, I saw it with my own eyes. When it finally dispersed like the last wisp of foam in my coffee, a light rain fell.
But, it never rains in California, it only pours.
We live in extreme times in the extreme west. We have extremely good eating habits, terribly attractive people and rattlesnakes.
On ordinary days we curse traffic, swim with sharks and pierce our tongues.
We know what it means to be alive. We are survivors. We’ve endured mudslides and scalpels and wheat grass.
We are evolved. We do pilates. We are like steel.
So, when California opens her big fat mouth and licks her collagen injected lips in anticipation of the likes of us, we’ll be ready.
We’ll say, “Bring it, bitch.”
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I’m not going to be much help here I’m afraid as I really liked this poem. The only line that jarred my reading rhythm a little was ‘But, it never rains in California, it only pours.’ I got your meaning but the way the line appeared from nowhere it just felt a little clunky. Nit-picking really, but those are my opinions for what they’re worth.
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Really love this writing. It really evokes a sense of place and our time. Would love to give you some tips and some constructive criticism but can think of nothing. Just loved it. Nuff said.
I’ve lived in other states and I have to say there is no place like California. I’m not entirely sure that is a good thing.
“We are evolved. We do pilates. We are like steel.” That pretty much sums it up.
While reading this I could feel the energy of the words. I felt as though there was someone speaking directly to me. Though that may be because I’m a native Californian.
I want Apocalypse Now, dammit!
Fun piece, M. Format? God only knows. God and you, mebbe.
Very much enjoyed the odd and unique combination of words/phrases:
“terribly attractive people and rattlesnakes” being one of them.
and onemanonevote, the ending feels flat to me. like a little kid waving his fist at me. maybe this was the intent.
the piece feels like a song of the disillusioned, and so the closing line feels oddly weak and it actually depressed me. Any way you could scream this line effectively?
am i being mean? ”bring it, bitch,” I said, waving my nerf baseball bat. i’ll stop being mean now and i’ll stop wasting your credits.
As a short story writer and California lover, I have to say this would make a really good beginning for a story. I related to all that was said about the west coast. The language you use has a little attitude, but not haughty attitude.
I could see this as a beginning sequence to a movie based specifically in California (something like LA Story). Also, I know you are a writer but if you like multitasking, you could do this a performance piece. Maybe a modern dance or dramatic reading performed before a slideshow of quake footage and images of daily life in your area? These are just ideas.
I like your phrasing. The format does need some rearranging if you want it to be read in print. Something I do when I want to turn a journal entry into a poem is select only key phrases that can make sense or create an image standing alone. Those can be used as lines in a more tightly constructed poem. I think you have a passion for California. Good thing because life in California can generate a lot of stories.
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