happy, Volvo, Cheerio
death undetermined
A young fellow, tall
Ralph, 83, at her side
wouldn't let him in
Sarah Ellison
expected to surrender
and the boy, who knows
Nearly unconscious
For his cell phone and money
Beaten while walking
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I think poetry is important and well suited to deal with death and its effect on people. But to use poetry to DOCUMENT these incidents without any reaction, without feeling, without treating them as individually horrible circumstances, is a gross misuse of verse. There is no reason to write these lines as you did, and you are guilty of infatuation with your own writing. That normally a problem; however, when you pointlessly fit these terrible and emotionally charged cases into your idea of a clever blog entry, the result seems to diminish their significance. Not, I venture, what you should be doing.
A correction: not all the incidents involved a death - but my comment still applies, especially given the nature of the first case mentioned.
Post a Comment