Thanks for the review, (may I call you) Lunch (?).
Saying you have an artist implies that there will be vision and originality.
Oh, how I disagree.
Perhaps that’s the comedy of the piece
Yes, I will think about how I can bring this out more
Rocks. Rocks. Rocks…
These rocks were something once.
These rocks were part of something –
A great…building.
Remember…
Those rocks… those rocks were the…
Sydney Opera House.
These rocks are soaked in voices.
Songs. These rocks drank songs.
These dry rocks are dripping wet, overflowing, soaking…
Absolutely flooded with songs.
I will squeeze the songs from the rocks.
I will open my mouth and let the songs pour forth.
I am the first artist.
And I shall start by eating rocks.
The first artist thinks again
The rocks did not taste good.
I shall sit on this rock
That was once a castle
call it home
and wait till I grow two heads.
There is some advantage to this I remember.
In the new dawn,
We shall need labourers
And union men.
You need union men or those bastards trample all over you.
- I think my granddad used to say that.
Oh, and we will need bastards then.
In this new dawn,
We will need
labourers,
union men
and bastards.
We will also need
artists, historians and mistakes
So that we may learn by them.
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March 19, 2006
I love your powerful use of imagery in this piece. I would like to see more explanation of why the rocks did not taste good when the artist rethinks everything. The closing three lines are excellent, especially noting that we will need “mistakes / So that we may lean by them.” Great irony since the entire world is now one giant mistake that should be learned from.
Clever humor wrapped with the horror of destruction. That you used rocks, perfect, here in the begining, here in the end. The only thing I wonder is, did you need the elipses (sp) in lines 4 and 6? The last 3 lines profound and insightful. Enjoyed it much.
It sounds like your artist is more fool than anything. I’m not too sure what your point here was. There are a hundred different directions you could’ve gone with this poem…the new artist after the apocalypse. Instead you took it in the direction of how a man who saw it all at the end, longs to make it the same again. Saying you have an artist implies that there will be vision and originality. Perhaps that’s the comedy of the piece, that the artist is so lacking in vision that he returns to the original way. If so, you may want to play that up a lot more, so you don’t lose your reader. Good job.
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