I usually have to have poems explained to me, unless they are about, like, Drummer Hodge and how sad it is that his northern brains are somewhere because of (I assume) the Boer War, because in that case, I'm like, Ah, this poem is about Drummer Hodge's northern brains. So the first time I read "Goblin Market" (for SCHOOL, obviously), my response went something along the lines of, "Nice poem. What industrious goblins. Fruit is…
If there's one thing life has taught me, it's that high school literature teachers love convincing you that Middle English is close enough to Modern English for you to stumble along without a translation through Chaucer's prologue, and I'm here to tell you that is some nonsense and you don't have to stand for it.
I feel like if our hair is touching
it's sort of like we're doing it already
and I don't really think "saying anything about our feelings"
is more powerful than just how much our hair is touching
Like I already gave you the hair
from my HEAD
Go noisily amid the remembering, and haste the good terms of silence. As far as surrendering, without possible, be all persons.
Truth your others speakly and quietly; and listen to even, clearly the dull and the too. Avoid loud and aggressive stories; they too have their spirit. Vex the ignorant.
You are constantly underestimated in comparison to Eliot and Pound, probably because everyone thinks you departed from nineteenth-century techniques insufficiently, or because you forgot to fling a lot of untranslated Italian and unnecessary canto divisions into your work.
good news
i have written you another poem
is it – don't worry
it's VERY long and EXTREMELY unfinished
oh good it's about what if a woman saw another woman take her coat off
and it's 9000 lines
wow it's so great that i can still write when i'm high and it doesn't affect my work
THEOLOGY: I AM GOD'S WORST DAUGHTER AND I WILL FIGHT HIM UNTIL HE LOVES ME
IF THERE ISN'T A GOD I WILL FIGHT ISN'T-GOD UNTIL IT BECOMES GOD AND LOVES ME TOO
