Tuesday, 4 December 2012

THROUGH A TEXT

I Have Not Found Yet
Anything Or Nothing
My Lust Exaggerated
I Creep To The Smoke
I Don’t Understand The
Parable Of The Unjust
Steward Except When
Honouring My Debts

For Undertones Of Loss
Freedom In Cash And
The Lecturer As King
Makes Me Sadly Aureate

The Girl Never Reached
And Their Study Shackled
To Binary Sibilant Opposites
And Callow Axioms Teach
Unaware Movie Stars Are Just
Now The New Saints Of Glory

Leave Your Paraffin & Cicatrice
At The Door Of Your Entrance
For An Academic By Nature Spins
As One By Trade Or Commerce

6 comments:

  1. Dear Matthew~ Your chagrine for the university experience is showing... as is your talent for effectively weaving words.

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  2. Your style in this poem is very intriguing, with the use of capital letters throughout. I'm not familiar with all your work, so perhaps this is the way you always set out your lines. I find it stresses the importance of every word, whilst I'm reading.
    Each stanza offers a unique view of modern academe - lessons which seem to have to no point, lecturers holding sway in their own little kingdoms...what does this tell us about the calibre of today's educated?
    Thank you for sharing on Real Toads.

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  3. It's there, on the tip of my tongue. Your words, the way they are expressed, leave things wide open to thoughts and opinions. I like this isn't neatly wrapped in a bow but it will take some wrestling to comprehend. And even after that, I, the reader, still may find more.

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  4. ha. fun piece...and i agree...a very interesting style...i like how you dont understand the parable until you put it in practice, but then again most universities are def more lecture with little application....

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  5. I'm also captivated by your use of upper case..and the way the words "taste" when read aloud!

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  6. I'd love for each reader to try to summarize what they felt or understood from your poem.
    For me, short lines, and all caps are high-maintenance. Maybe that was your intent.
    Several of the lines and ideas were rich and screaming for development and coherence.

    But I am a poetic novice.

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