Friday, February 02, 2007

the charms of the written word

In part because today is a celebration of poetry, and in part because I simply cannot have Harry Potter's pelvis at the top of my blog any longer:

A woman I know who's quite blunt
Had a bear trap installed in her...
Oh, you know. It's a base, vernacular term for "vagina"

- David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day

I've never been a big poetry fan. It's too stifling and/or pretentious for me. Whenever I read poetry or, God forbid, attempt to write it, I feel like I'm playing the part of "someone who reads poetry." Kind of like that scene in Cruel Intentions where Reese Witherspoon's pristine, virginal character is wearing a teeny tiny skirt and yet is posed sitting on a blanket under a sun-dappled tree, reading from a leather-bound book and sitting up with impossibly good posture, as if so full of self-righteousness that she is physically unable to slouch. That is the kind of girl I picture myself aping when I read poetry.

Give me the amateur charms of messy, verbose prose any old day.


Sparkles Anon! said...

I hear you.

My poem last year was:

My beard grows to my toes
I never wears no clothes
I wraps my hair
Around my bare
and down the road I goes

Still works for me.

Ar-Jew-Tino said...

I used to like poetry in college. Then, one day, I came to the realization that verse is probably just one big practical joke and we've all been had.

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