When your face is at war with your faith
This has been sitting in the brain pan for a couple of days now…and I don’t know where to start talking about it.
Free association has included everything from the Crusades to Nip/Tuck, which I’ve never seen.
A straight interpretation leads me obviously down the path of someone trying to hide something about themselves and failing to do so.
A more oblique possibility includes folks who don’t appear to be something they actually are — at least, to the uninformed eye; I’m thinking blond haired, blue-eyed Muslims, for instance. Some startling possibilities offer themselves in that case — a poem about racism revealed, or prejudice found in an unexpected place.
If I go that route, the line will likely be catalyst only, then disappear.
I think this is really about how to decide among these possibilities. I’ve never believed in writer’s block, just in periods where the path seems narrower.
And the truth is, talent is not about the craft piece; not really. Craft can be learned to a great extent. Talent, in any art form, is the test of what choices you make as to where you put your technique.
The oblique possibilities are more challenging here than the obvious one. But the true test, of course, is to see if I can make it do double duty; can I bring both threads together in one poem? Hmmmm…
Dark Matter 
July 27th, 2004 at 6:57 am
Re: double duty
All yours. Just don’t write a better poem than mine. 😉
July 27th, 2004 at 6:57 am
Re: double duty
All yours. Just don’t write a better poem than mine. 😉
July 27th, 2004 at 6:57 am
Re: double duty
All yours. Just don’t write a better poem than mine. 😉
July 27th, 2004 at 6:57 am
Re: double duty
All yours. Just don’t write a better poem than mine. 😉
July 27th, 2004 at 6:57 am
Re: double duty
All yours. Just don’t write a better poem than mine. 😉
July 27th, 2004 at 5:36 am
that’s one great line – can’t wait to read more…
July 27th, 2004 at 5:36 am
that’s one great line – can’t wait to read more…
July 27th, 2004 at 5:36 am
that’s one great line – can’t wait to read more…
July 27th, 2004 at 5:36 am
that’s one great line – can’t wait to read more…
July 27th, 2004 at 5:36 am
that’s one great line – can’t wait to read more…
July 27th, 2004 at 5:33 am
double duty
I have a friend who is genetically about half african american. You’d never know it from glancing at her, her eyes are green, her skin a pleasant burnt marshmellow gold, blonde hair, very pretty. When you meet her father you can see his classic african features in her face, but it’s just not there till you know. She is a muslim. She’s also mildly successful model who’s working on becoming a mildly successful actress.
mmm background goo.
She went to a party with me once.
Talked with the father of the host out back.
Mentioned that my new offices where in chester.
He rememberd chester
used to be a nice place
till all the niggers came.
She sat and listened to him till he was done.
quietly tapped me on the sholder later
we left
she cried the whole way home.
Perhaps i should steal your line?
July 27th, 2004 at 5:33 am
double duty
I have a friend who is genetically about half african american. You’d never know it from glancing at her, her eyes are green, her skin a pleasant burnt marshmellow gold, blonde hair, very pretty. When you meet her father you can see his classic african features in her face, but it’s just not there till you know. She is a muslim. She’s also mildly successful model who’s working on becoming a mildly successful actress.
mmm background goo.
She went to a party with me once.
Talked with the father of the host out back.
Mentioned that my new offices where in chester.
He rememberd chester
used to be a nice place
till all the niggers came.
She sat and listened to him till he was done.
quietly tapped me on the sholder later
we left
she cried the whole way home.
Perhaps i should steal your line?
July 27th, 2004 at 5:33 am
double duty
I have a friend who is genetically about half african american. You’d never know it from glancing at her, her eyes are green, her skin a pleasant burnt marshmellow gold, blonde hair, very pretty. When you meet her father you can see his classic african features in her face, but it’s just not there till you know. She is a muslim. She’s also mildly successful model who’s working on becoming a mildly successful actress.
mmm background goo.
She went to a party with me once.
Talked with the father of the host out back.
Mentioned that my new offices where in chester.
He rememberd chester
used to be a nice place
till all the niggers came.
She sat and listened to him till he was done.
quietly tapped me on the sholder later
we left
she cried the whole way home.
Perhaps i should steal your line?
July 27th, 2004 at 5:33 am
double duty
I have a friend who is genetically about half african american. You’d never know it from glancing at her, her eyes are green, her skin a pleasant burnt marshmellow gold, blonde hair, very pretty. When you meet her father you can see his classic african features in her face, but it’s just not there till you know. She is a muslim. She’s also mildly successful model who’s working on becoming a mildly successful actress.
mmm background goo.
She went to a party with me once.
Talked with the father of the host out back.
Mentioned that my new offices where in chester.
He rememberd chester
used to be a nice place
till all the niggers came.
She sat and listened to him till he was done.
quietly tapped me on the sholder later
we left
she cried the whole way home.
Perhaps i should steal your line?
July 27th, 2004 at 5:33 am
double duty
I have a friend who is genetically about half african american. You’d never know it from glancing at her, her eyes are green, her skin a pleasant burnt marshmellow gold, blonde hair, very pretty. When you meet her father you can see his classic african features in her face, but it’s just not there till you know. She is a muslim. She’s also mildly successful model who’s working on becoming a mildly successful actress.
mmm background goo.
She went to a party with me once.
Talked with the father of the host out back.
Mentioned that my new offices where in chester.
He rememberd chester
used to be a nice place
till all the niggers came.
She sat and listened to him till he was done.
quietly tapped me on the sholder later
we left
she cried the whole way home.
Perhaps i should steal your line?