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Click herehear my name
clear-cut
within the granite clouds
hear my name
without name
only life
imperceptible
footsteps
of mice
hidden in shadow
hear my name
clandestine
a taste of earth
the rumour of
blood
hear my name
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,500 poems.
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What a surprise illustration. Altogether different than I could have ever suspected.
It’s refreshing to see an innovative approach (at least in this forum) to the presentation of the written words. In fact, as you click on the poem, what you find is no less than a multimedia project. The words are presented in such a way that you have to rely on your memory as if you are hearing them (the most ancient form of presenting stories/poems). At the same time, there is definitely a careful use of the visual aspect of the words: font’s size; shape; type; even color, to manipulate our reaction. The total sum is quite an amazing piece of art which seems to... perform itself in front of you. There are follow up questions (I always have them). The Raw emotion, as another reader mentioned, comes across and very effective. When you “sit for the next show”, as this “performance poem” (I have just made it up) starts a new round every few seconds, you start wondering about the reference of the emotion; what goes under the title. You become little afraid of an eventual erosion of the impact, as could happens when powerful icons are taken out of their original time and place. Remember Che Guevara’s posters on every student’s dorm’s room and on every t- shirt? (Not much of a revolution came out of their posters...) And boy, do we need some big changes here... I don’t know about a revolution but certainly some major changes… So yes, I say, cry for what enrages you, but for heavens sake cry too WHAT enrages you. And as in an echo of another comment from a recent poem by this poet, try to open the door for your self and for the readers as to what lies under the big titles and terms. You could go so far without doing that, by remaining on a certain level of abstraction, shining as it maybe. What’s YOUR revolution, man?
Oh Goddess of Poetry
Muse of all things mental
And generally an all around nice gal.
I loved the poem itself, but honestly found the style of presentation distracting. I may be more of a words-on-page sort of person, but I chafed constantly at the pace of revelation and the inability to see the work as a whole, and nearly gave up before the end. I am very pleased that I didn't give up, because the poem really is excellent - and I can see why the author presented it this way. Hence the header. I'm torn!