Critical Analysis #2 |
Daniel Hogan's Reflection. |
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since 2002-07-17
Posts 111W.A., Australia |
The following piece is a bit experimental (for me, anyway!). Does it work as a poem? Constructive criticism and suggestions more than welcome! Daniel Hogan in waiting room in waiting mode, feeling like a caged bird waiting to be released into boundless air to exchange cheap bird food for fat worms and other kinds of delicacies not on past menus. Glass door nearby; reflection stares at, speaks to him: "Why look so smug? It will be tough tough to get this job: assistant to stern, suited man with toe-cutter reputation!” Daniel joins reflection eye-to-eye, chin angled for battle, hands clasped as though relaxing in a bowl of Radox, radiating confidence. “Don’t give a stuff! I can handle toe-cutters, head-choppers, executioners; I know what they’ll ask; I know what I’ll answer; I'm prepared!” Reflection whispers, ‘What will they ask? What will you answer?’ “They will ask what I know, what I know about managing budgets for programs and staff; I’ll produce an answer they can’t and won’t refute." *Yesterday I walked, talked, took notes from, listening listening, as eagerly as I might listen to the sound of bellbirds in a forest glen, to a generous expert in management. In one day I heard enough, saw enough, acquired enough and learnt enough to occupy enough of my mind to satisfy your question.* “Next they will observe the bulkiness, sheer length of CV (making it look like a Tolstoy manuscript of War and Peace). ‘What would you think’ they’ll ask ‘of a CV greater in bulk than the *Quo Vadis?* script?’ I’ll be ready, yes, I'll be ready": *Such a person would carry one of two bags with labels; one labelled ‘bearer unstable’, the other, 'I’m a seeker of personal growth through experience’; and ladies, gentlemen, I tell you truly I have always carried the second bag!* “There will be more questions, but none as important as my two predictions; no answer more crucial than those carefully, thoughtfully anticipated.” Friendly voice breaks dialogue, “Daniel Hogan? Daniel Hogan?” You may go in now.” He rises, winks, reflection winks back, confident, easy does it, Daniel! Daniel, on leaving, looks at reflection, reflection on leaving looks at Daniel; Daniel whispers, “I got the job!” reflection grins a *good upon you* grin. They dive into oblivious crowds. Afterword: There’s a moral to this poem for those of you who cared to read it all from GO to WHOA and Patrick Talty |
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