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i'm not usually a poetry reader, but this title caught my eye!! there is something so striking about that image, and i love how the poem embodies that idea both in language and in theme.
the diction choices make me feel this sense of scientific awe for the world around me, like with "phosphorescent" because no one uses that word outside of a science classroom.
anyways, to the poem :
metaphor what i first noticed was that your poem uses the act of touching a name as an extended metaphor for communication and intimacy between peoples. this is really interesting and bodily for something i never considered in that way before!! language is reframed as a a living force that both connects and dissolves boundaries between people, and then later between sound and meaning.
tone there is this devotional quality to how the narrator approaches the act of naming ["i touch your name"], but i think there is also a grief in that watching of language unravel. the best comparison i can muster is when you become so deeply knowledgeable in a subject that you start to nitpick at it and see its faults, which can be applied to the narrator's journey here. they understand too much, so they begin to resent the things they once loved about language. or even, their partner, if that love is meant to be taken on literally.
i do also think the narrator is intellectualizing their relationship. or they're just a nerd!!
structure the experimental structure in the second stanza particularly stood out to me!! i love the inclusion of the line with scattered letters, which feels like it interrupts the smooth flow that the previous stanza had. i interpreted it as a literal breakdown of language that embodies the poem’s central idea of the fragility of life itself. that is so neat!! it moves away from the generic, linear way i see narratives complete themselves.
i do have some other commentary on specific lines :
this is a dazzling line!! it's very hard to visualize though because "wet" and "syntax" aren't a logical pair together. this isn't a big deal in the greater poetry realm, but i thought that it didn't land viscerally and instead felt too intellectual for the tone of that stanza. what other things can the syntax be? or could you place that idea in the following stanza?
d'oh, i can't make an actual name out of this?! if this is meant to suggest a name breaking down, i'd love for this to be more recognizable as that!!
very paradoxical!! i really enjoyed how, even after everything, the narrator returns to sentimentality instead of keeping a distance from the person they love. light, intangible, gains a body out of their love, and that caught me off guard at first during my read through. as all "good loves" do [or, at least, as us hopeless romantics tend to believe
thanks for getting me out of my poetry comfort zone!!
-- mour
This poem really stuck with me — it’s kinda strange but in a beautiful way I guess. How you talk about language and connection, it feels super emotional, almost like love wrapped in light. The way you describes touching someone’s name and it turning into the sun,it’s just so cool and vivid. I like how the words start to fall apart near the end — it makes you think about how fragile and powerful language can be at the same time. It’s one of those poems that doesn’t totally make sense right away, but you feel it. Honestly, it’s a poem that will be circulating in my head for weeks. I love it.
this is so beautiful! everything flows so nicely & it gives me such a distinct feeling that I don't know how to articulate. i guess that's what poetry is for! obsessed with "the wet syntax of the world" what a cool line