Young Writers Society

I love the idea behind this poem! That birds have their own little society upon which they run. I especially loved the last paragraph remembers what his ancestors did! Very clever use of the idea. But I don't think it can be classified as a poem, maybe make up your own little category to place this in...just not poetry. But I loved reading it still! Keep it coming - a very creative and fun idea!

Ah Snoink. Usually when i drop in on the site I feel myself bristling with an irritating itch of some kind of anger (which I sometimes fear is actually part envy), and even a little despair. But then I find some work by you, or one of the other classic yws gods, and my faith in writing is restored.

Wonderful work, goddamn wonderful work.

This reminds me in a very small way of Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at A Blackbird" or some such. Its a fascinating study indeed.

I hope that you don't change a thing, its overwhelming in all the right ways, it has all the echo's of a great poem but without the tiresome morality. It just has the idea that there is something great, and when one bears witness to that one forgets the horrid postmodern constructs we are and flies towards the immaculate light.

This is a singularity. And a good one at that.

Piggy, you've come a long way from someone who never used to like poetry. This was excellent. I wish I could give you more constructive criticism, but that's about all I can say. The images were easy to understand and it read very smoothly, though there were some lines that I thought were a bit long for my liking. I wish I could give you more constructive criticism, but that's about all I can say.

Nice. Very nice. While I read this, I imagined you submitting it to a science magazine, which of course would drive the editors crazy. This is beautiful--the poet's science of birds. You have wonderful imagery in every stanza, and I especially liked the crows attacking the piece of petrified gum. The seagull stanza was my favorite. I've actually had that thought before--that birds forget what their ancestors knew and stuff themselves silly on Wonderbread. Beautiful ending, too. I can't complain. This was amazing.

It was brilliant, I loved it!

But some critique. The last stanza is a bit...ahh overwhelming, for a better word for it. Try smoothing it out a bit and making it more coherent. There's a lot of explanation, etc. going on in there and you need to do it in an orderly fashion. I don't think I really need to give you a play by play because if you can write I poem like that it shouldn't be a problem for you!

Really, this is my favorite poem so far. I really like when science and literature collide like this. Wonderful, artistic, and creative to a tee. If you want to expand the poem, i think it would be nice to see interaction between the seagulls and the other types of birds. It seems that last stanza/segment was a bit separated from the other two? Why is that? You should put that in the poem, why the seagulls seemed not the care/notice the other two types of birds.

GOOD JOB!

This gave me shivers up my spine and at the base of my neck...I can't quite explain it, but I figured I'd share it with you anyway!

Your imagery and description are fabulous. I especially enjoyed;

"The businesslike crows in their

black suits and black ties"


"piece of petrified gum",

"in a swooping drunken way.

Wearing his drooping red mask, he looks more like a clown"

and
They have forgotten what their ancestors knew--

the sea thrashing the rocks below them as the

defeated cliffs bleed foam and all that is left are the

scalps of golden mermaids (we call it kelp)".

It does, however, at times seem to be closer to prose than poetry. I'm not sure if that's a weakness...but I reckon it's worth saying.


I think;
the fallen leaf

that crackles as the wind blows past

in a deafening groan. "

and
"Until he finally disappears."

were a little weak in comparison to the rest of the poem.

Other than that I loved the theme and imagery, and you express yourself beautifully.

Jas

To me, I'm afraid, it didn't have much to offer.

There is real poetry in the flight and movements of birds, but you made no attempt to tap into this. Instead, you present a deadpan approach which, loses novelty and interest quickly. The poetry reads just as well as prose, in fact, it is prose with line breaks in between.

The seagulls flock behind the school's cafeteria, swarming for bits of beef gristle, and Wonder bread, and potatoes fried in lard.

I thought that this was quite good. I liked your imagery and I love the idea! But to me it doesn't seem all that much of a poem.... It seems a bit more like a story with separated lines, because the rhythm was kind of weird. But I did like it, don't get me wrong....

Keep writing!!!!

Teh Wozzinator

Usual disclaimer: I am not much of a poetry writer and certainly not a critic, but I like to read it.

This was really nice. Your imagery was beautiful and all that. It really is an excellent piece of work.

The only thing I had about it was the one use of parenthesis to set off the "we". There is no mention of the first person in any place in the poem until that one spot and the parenthesis are equally jarring. They threw me out of place and look strange among all the other words. I like the language, but that just sticks out. Did you mean it to be that way? If so, ignore my ramblings, but it did bother me a little bit.

But this was a beautiful poem. Crows are my favorite bird, so it was nice to see them in here in a way that wasn't negative. Usually people are nasty about them and all over the ravens. Go crows! You manage nobility, eccentricity and a little mystery all in a few lines to describe the crow. Great job.

Rock on...

~GryphonFledgling