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Mouse small, quiet hiding, running, gnawing you left your shit for Mother to clean up father |
Oh, and I hadn't even realized that father isn't capitalized---feminism ftw! | Posted on 2009-06-27 00:00:00 | by Aaron Felix | [ Reply to This ] | Interesting. The last word is a total clincher, for me at least. For mother to clean up father. The mix of verbal aspect too, shifting from imperfect to perfect, heightens the absence and its residue. And brilliant that this residue is structurally not small and quiet, but marks the very climax of the piece, and screams itself through the use of profane language. I see resentment and revenge taking triangular form in this poem: mother against father (nickname-mouse); father against mother (the [censored] leaving); voice against father (the use of the nickname and the poem's tone). What's missing, and it seems to be missing meaningfully, is the relation of father to poet, voice who knows he/she is a little mouse, who must clean up the [censored] with mother, who must comprehend the disturbing implications of such a metaphor. . .and live with them. It's a great cinquain. Be bored more often! | | Posted on 2009-06-27 00:00:00 | by Aaron Felix | [ Reply to This ] | |