The Ultimate Rebellion -------------------------------------------
Do suburban streets go anywhere,
or are they all dead ends and cul-de-sacs?
Could you see yourself living with me
in that big brick house on the hill
with a little you and a little me
tugging at our clothes?
Or do people like us
ever feel, want or need
that sort of happiness?
Would we feel guilty
for selling out if we had it?
For artists are supposed
to be sad , starve
and act crazy all of the time.
But wouldn't normalcy and joy
be the ultimate rebellion?
Great write. Reminds me of how when people think of poets they always think of the goths or the people who sit all alone or have to look at the ocean for long periods of time before inpiration hits. Like we can't have friends and normal lives. This is a great poem. You did well in your word usage, and the put together of this. Great artisitic display of talent.
I love it! To me it's asking after wether or not artists can ever be actually "normal". Happiness is hard to come by, but I think we of all people shoulf be a little happy because we have the best means of comunicating, therefore we should take up our place and come together in the "ultimate rebellion".
interesting twist on things! i suppose that suburban "dream" would be the ultimate rebellion for us artistic types! and someone would surely accuse us of "selling out." i wouldn't mind a nice house in a cul-de-sac, actually. but i'd rather prefer an old log cabin with a wood-stove out in the woods near a creek! i enjoyed this little twist, though! brava!!
Yes, that would be the ultimate rebellion. I don't know if I'm rebellious enough. I'd like to be settled - but I'mnot sure if I could handle those neighborhoods with the bratty kids and the geo matros on every corner. I do get the point though - don't misunderstand me. It is good to break away (or at least have a desire to) the angsty artist porfile. ;)
I must agree with the Ultimate Rebellion. It depends on who or what you are rebelling against, but I see the ultimaate rebellion in this piece as breaking away from being typecast. And then once you've reached that point you can rebel again, not shirking parental or spousal responsibilities, but by not being typical. This poem reminds me of a few things I've written, very loosely related. One is called In Rebellion to Ed about a co-worker who commented that I needed to shave, lol. I digress, I enjoyed the poem, the first two lines are my favorite. Can't think of anything that needs changin'
ha! this is SO cool! what a crazy concept!! the ultimate rebellion... i do believe you have a point but then... why fit the "stereotype" that the world places on artists?? i mean... you write completely outside the "square" your style is yours alone and yeah... if you dont fit into that box why try fit into another?? anyways i hope what i just said sounded positive and like a compliment coz it reals was meant that way! im gonna be quiet now but i reals loved this!
This earns you the dubious honour of eccentricity. Tugging at our clothes??, where did you get that from?, a vivid image and well liked. Sadly (happily?) though, more and more artists are living pretty normal lives so, NO, normalcy has become the norm...if that makes any sense. Oh, forget it, I'm making about as much sense as this poem and it is more deserving than my comment anyway.