I was doing so well earlier this evening with this poetry review. I think that was because I was just basically writing down my random thoughts. I've got a lot of random thoughts, but none of them cohere. I think that might be because the poem itself doesn't really... cohere (hence the random). It's got some really interesting moments, which is more than I can say for a lot of what I've read this quarter, but... yeah. No idea on how to organize this review now, even though I've got four pages of notes and only need a three-page review.
Is it possible that the worst metaphor for a poem ever would be "reverse tetris"? Because I want to talk about how this poem is reverse tetris, and the pieces fly upwards out of something that seems organized and off into oblivion.
P.S. I think "Good News for People Who Love Bad News" might be my favourite Modest Mouse album. You know... I spent the longest time thinking their name had something to do with Modest Mussorgsky. But apparently it's got to do with a line Virginia Woolf wrote. I guess I approve of that too, though.
Is it possible that the worst metaphor for a poem ever would be "reverse tetris"? Because I want to talk about how this poem is reverse tetris, and the pieces fly upwards out of something that seems organized and off into oblivion.
P.S. I think "Good News for People Who Love Bad News" might be my favourite Modest Mouse album. You know... I spent the longest time thinking their name had something to do with Modest Mussorgsky. But apparently it's got to do with a line Virginia Woolf wrote. I guess I approve of that too, though.
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On the other hand, this review would be a lot easier to write if I just wrote it about how the poem is reverse tetris, and the words fly up into the great random beyond from which all tetris pieces fall, and we don't realize until the end that, while we were watching the pieces fly upwards, we were supposed to be organizing them...
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