I’m going to be removing and maybe eventually renovating what you see here. In the interim, please proceed to:
http://kyleandkrystal.pflug.com
engaged
1 Comment Published February 22nd, 2008 in Announcements, Play-By-Play, Personal, With Photos, Whitworth. |
| From Engagement |
where bodies meet, and toast
(oh! to the orgiastic splendor of twos!)
you folded a napkin in half
neatly, like your underwear
and scribbled down the crease
(a mythology of unions!)
it’s thumbtacked to the wall
a memoir to an end of worlds
like when we used to fall
wrapped in blankets,
to the floor and lie.
(on and to each other)
(with and through each other)
The Day I Spooned My Own Eyeballs Out (and what a mess!)
0 Comments Published May 14th, 2007 in Play-By-Play, Poetry, Whitworth, Metanonsense.Observe the man in its natural habitat
observe how closely the end of the academic year resembles the end of the world
observe a smiling emo armageddon,
and join him in laughter and autopastiche.
And to his miscreant neighbors and compatriots:
a phallic salute and nasty words. We’re done here.
[springtime and ends
like pilots and bends–
up is not up, and where’s
down anymore?]
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Mimetic Incoherence in The Waste Land |
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Examining the role of non-linear organizational structures in creating a formally humanistic poem |
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Understanding The Waste Land in context of its former title, “He do the Police in Different Voices,” we find that perspective shifts, situatedness, and narrative incoherence are as essential to Eliot’s understanding of the world as they are to our understanding of The Waste Land. That incoherence which is often dismissed as a side effect of Eliot’s nervous breakdown is more than coincident with the poem; it is in fact fundamental as a poetic and structural device. |
