oh ty, you wound me so
Not gonna lie I've attempted to review this twice already just cause it hits me in all the good spots but, like so much of your work, I find myself intimidated doing it? I'm still gonna try cause it deserves it, truly.
So let's give 'er the old college try, eh?
First your edits were definitely on point. Some of the language was rather jarring when initially posted (i.e. 'sailor's bones spirits' or however that went). I found myself tripping over it despite the fact that I appreciated the challenge of it more if that makes any sense? In this case, sacrificing that edge was a necessary evil cause it flows just that much better.
On a critical note, I'm not sure how I feel about the white space before 'we think'. I appreciate the emphasis especially when leading into a false dichotomy, however, I might be more inclined to suggest scrapping those few words entirely. Seems that the notion that this false dichotomy is one that belongs to you and yours is sort of implied already through its very nature of existing.
Your choice of imagery in the fourth stanza is rather interesting. I'm curious as to the use of making the childish violent through the use of the lancet gun. Seems to me the drug of choice is much more internalized than an external, physical something. I could be interpreting that differently, however.
Second line in the first stanza feels rather political in that snappy tongue-in-cheek sort of manner. Not sure if it jives with the rest of the poem but I dig the idea.
The third and fifth stanza put me on the floor. Quite literally.
You're on a whole other level. I think you know that cause it's showing in your writing more so than it ever has before.
B
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