Ode to the Blind Scribbling Pens -------------------------------------------
I paved a road to the inside of my brain
and you failed as a reader to place your steps
on the exact stones. You fell through the cracks
into a fairy land I never saw. Am I at fault, then,
for being a bad writer? No. You are at fault
for being a stupid reader. I paved a road
that you didn't follow. I wrote something
your small mind could not comprehend.
So what if you found a Ferris wheel to play on?
You were supposed to see the beauty
of my well-placed rocks.
I resent your wonderland delusions. I revoke
your ticket to the Imagination. You have nothing
to offer me as a Critic. You failed to see that I
am the God of Written Word.
a critique is just that a critique. it's meant to highlight the good and expose the bad so that something is learned about what might be worthwhile and what might need work. From the perspective of the critic it is not a statement of absolute truth but rather an informed opinion (hopefully). Your parody of the pyschosubmissionist is ultra real.
Sometimes it can be an ego game that makes you submit for false praise like sugar on a stick, but no nutrition is gained that way. Sometimes a good lashing makes for stronger skin.
oh my goodness and several other vague positive adjectives placed in an aesthetically pleasant order to make you feel good about your expressions of emotion.
i feel as though you captivate the true essence of bitchiness in such a pure form with this piece that it is nothing other than legendary. by the way what's the point if i can't have wonderland delusions. those are the best kind really. why stop at an inky complex why not be God of all creation. no wait i take that back. you might be a scary one. there would be acid rain and what not. anyhow, hmm i didn't like this really which is a bummer. i kind of feel like if you're goin for somethin like this it should be over the top and it kind of isn't. so there you go, negative critique. should we compare the length of our average sentances and take turns intellecualizing our emotions untill by some sort of positive word counting system we determine who is more deserving to be the allmighty poetry god?
I empathize with this in some ways but apparently your being too hard on your readers . If you pave a road to the inside of your head people will take it . You can't expect them to see the exacting patterns of your paving stones . If they offer money to ride a nonexistent ferris wheel then perhaps they are stupid but as a God of written words you must know that words , or linguistic syntax , is pretty much sheer dialectic semantics and as rubie said each will have there own interpretation . Words are but pseudonyms and epithets of nomenclatural malaprop and misnomer and the exaction we attempt is rarely the exaction of interpretation . So i guess if some are trying to wander through the fairy land fantasies they envisioned when they read your words , although I agree it is their fault , I guess your correct you're just going to have to revoke their pass . After all you wouldn't want to shoot them now would you ? Ha ha , bang bang . Forgive me I'm just appealing to your prurient instincts . The lord your god is a jealous god and you shall put no other gods before him (or her) . The people are supposed to know this ! It's the law . Of my own demagoguery I allow their interpretations but remind I invited no such melding of the mind . When they try to hand me the shanghai shanty shellac on the shack I just give them the hovel huff and the castle jackness . Ha ha , bang bang . Forgive me I just enjoyed this write . Give em hell .
Sadly, there are a few users who are like that. (don't worry, they won't see this).
Yes, this was brilliant satire. The insults to the reader's comprehension. The defensive approach. Perfect.
I felt it too. You captured "this person" very well.
Brilliant! I love it. How dare the reader not acknowledge the genius of the writer. How dare he or she miss the point we so cleverly put into such well-crafted poetry. The fact that they misconstrue our meanings sends us back to the drawing board over and over again.....what a pity....
Imagine a world where readers bring their own experiences to the reading of a piece to make it their own. Imagine a piece meaning something different to everyone who reads it. Imagine the poet seeing his piece in a brand-new way....