Critical Analysis #2 |
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beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
smile, beautiful, you horrid gray cow, smile. wet sloppy tears down layers of lipid, smile beautiful. taste the tickling salt on your tongue; if only, if only you could... feel your ribs, beautiful smell the boiling pasta sauce (hell kitchen) ignore the beckonings remember the soft slenderness you squeeze your arms: exasperation. look into the mirror, beautiful, see the fat fat fat bubbling oozing engulfing fat everywhere around your knees your elbows fingers wrists arms WHERE are your GOD FORBIDDEN ribs and, beautiful, smile. |
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ChristianSpeaks Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 396Iowa, USA |
Okay - your Constructive Critiques message is a little scary...but This write boarders on brilliant. Is it the mental ramblings of someone who's fat or someone who is anorexic? Either way there is a conflict of hope and despair that changes with the mindset you choose. Really nice. Keep at it. Dane |
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ChristianSpeaks Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 396Iowa, USA |
Sorry one more thing: The pasta sauce would not boil. You would burn it. It can bubble, but boil doesn't work. |
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beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
Thank you And I'll definitely fix the pasta sauce! Thanks for catching that. My mental image is of bubbles, and I know that boiling causes bubbles. Ha, that's my excuse. |
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beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
Oh, and I meant this poem to be ambiguous in interpretation (did I word that correctly?). I feel that people can relate to it in different ways, although personally I view this person as a recovering anorexic. |
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e-ReK Junior Member
since 2007-07-20
Posts 15 |
i loved the imagery and how well you described the beef. the idea of the fat oozing just... made me cringe . i thought it was from the perspective of an anorexic (loved the GOD FORBIDDEN ribs!). i was about to mention the "boiling" point, but some one else caught it. |
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beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
Thank you very much. |
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Stephanos
since 2000-07-31
Posts 3618Statesboro, GA, USA |
When I read this I see what may be a spiritual picture. Think of the devil sarcastically & cruelly mocking those who should be saints. We are made in the image of God (smile beautiful). And yet we are not actually beautiful but presently fallen in sin and idolatry (Cow). We are self focused (always looking in the mirror, and grasping for what we can't find). Our tears are salty (salt is a type of judgement and grace Biblically). Our uncontrolled appetites tend to lead us astray (hell's kitchen). Eve was taken from Adam's side (ribs), and so finds her unity with him. Christ, the "last Adam", calls us to realize our unity with him. But in ourselves we have no righteousness, and we've strayed far from Christ (WHERE ... GOD FORBIDDEN). And yet we may still hope to have his beauty and genuinely smile as the last line of the poem indicates. I know this is probably not how the poem was consciously intended, but you can't deny the biblical allusions were strong in it. Stephen. |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
I liked the first three or four lines, but after that it descends into a kind of forced structure of imperatives. |
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beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
Stephen- you are quite right. I did not even realize I was doing that, but it does fit. Or perhaps Biblical stories are so universal that they can be alluded in many situations. Brad- I'm not quite sure how it seems "forced"... could you elaborate a bit more? Thanks, Emmy |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
quote: I can hear someone saying this. Now, if you accept the fact that I'm not as psychotic as I sometimes seem, I think this means you've got something here. quote: and then wet sloppy tears down layers of lipid, smile beautiful. quote: Neither of these have that same appeal. Too much alliteration and you constantly return to the imperative. This is the spine, if you will, of the poem. I think you should move in a different direction. quote: Alliteration again. And then you describe what is being felt after, well, remembering what is being felt. You've completely lost the 'voice' of those first three lines. Go for the voice, not for the tricks. taste the tickling salt on your tongue; if only, if only you could... feel your ribs, beautiful |
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beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
So are you saying that if I take out the alliteration and (some of the) imperatives it will be stronger? smile, beautiful, you horrid gray cow, smile. wet sloppy tears down layers of lipid, smile beautiful. if only if only you could... feel your ribs, beautiful and taste the bubbling sauce beckoning (hell kitchen) instead, beautiful, hours of reflection, caressing oozing engulfing fat around your knees your elbows fingers wrists arms WHERE are your GOD FORBIDDEN ribs and, beautiful, smile. Does that help at all? Thanks, Emmy |
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