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Inside, Outside, Upside Down - De File
Does Collecting Make You Feel Dirty?
cbertsch
cbertsch
Inside, Outside, Upside Down
I wrote this poem in September, 1990 and then forgot about it. In the course of going over -- finally, I should add -- the WordPerfect files from my old 386, I came across the file name and thought, "What's that?" My capacity for repression is clearly bigger than I like to think:
Blood

Splattered pattern, improbably like
the one I'd
expect

(Were this a murder, they might
detect something contrived, might
suspect foul-
play) it doesn't affect

me, this parody of an edge,
pried-apart disposeable perched
on your speaker - it looks
like it's there
for effect

Not until the next day, when I'm
sponging up the spots
your sponging missed,
do I feel
it

Every light switch, the wall
that surrounds it, smeared
thick,
as if you'd run from room
to room,
trying to turn on
the lights.

(This is a place, next morning,
you did not look for traces)

I'm left
erasing the evidence,
collecting
clues, my other problems
confined
to the absurdly simple:

It's always hard,
figuring out
which stains
were already there,
which drops
aren't dark enough,
remember instead
a glass of juice
poured too quickly,
cranberry.
As much as I love experimental verse, the biggest influences on my own paltry attempts at writing poetry have been William Carlos Williams and Bertolt Brecht. Aside, that is, from the people I've been in relationships with. . .

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kolakoski From: kolakoski Date: May 25th, 2006 02:14 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
What a great documentary exercise--going through old computer files.

My favorite line of the poem: "me, this parody of an edge." It's wonderfully allusive.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: May 25th, 2006 02:35 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I don't remember my thought process in writing it, which isn't suprising since I'd repressed the entire poem. But I do like it when poets use line breaks to create double-meanings. Take that line with the one that precedes it and I bet most readers wiould think that "this parody of an edge" is distinct from "me." By itself, though, the line suggests otherwise. Thanks for commenting!
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