Love the title feels like an: Love the title feels like an exact proclamation. All of the " in the & it is the seas," "it starts like a wave of arrogance" and " it is the disgust that gives me passion" all placed with precision. Fantastic
I have been reading Poetry: I have been reading Poetry for fifty years, as of this past April, and I don't think I have ever read a poem quite like this.
I am behind on my reading, so: I am behind on my reading, so I am just now beginning to catch up. Having read this powerful poem, I find that my response to it is already summarized in Patricia's comment; so I will only commend the effect this poem has upon its readers, and the truth of her comment in describing that,
In 1977, when Joseph Barry: In 1977, when Joseph Barry published his excellent biography of the French novelist George Sand, entitled Infamous Woman, he wrote these words about her selection of the pen name, and I paraphrase: "One's name becomes one, one also becomes one's name." And the identity of George Sand filled all of the gaps and neediness that Aurore Dudevant had experienced under her own mundane name; as the personality of the novelist George Sand fully emerged and asserted itself, and rescued her from the pitfalls of her mundane existence. I, myself, experienced something like this at that time. I think you have also described it here, and you have described it very well.
Please forgive my delay in: Please forgive my delay in replying to this. And I liked what you said about Stevens' ability to create unusual titles without giving away the poem. The great critic, Helen Vendler, who is probably the finest interpreter of Stevens' poetry, created a "reading strategy" for readers of Stevens' poems, and the first point she wrote was "distrust Stevens' titles." The "Mountain Covered With Cats" has nothing to do with either mountains or cats. But I think you described it better than she dd.
You’re sorry for..: You're sorry for doing whatever it is you do that makes your girlfriend/fiancé/wife sad or mad, but you're not sure what you do that makes her sad or mad? I'm going to give you a clue, maybe it will help.
Take a good hard look at your online name, 'irockpoker'. I don't know you, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that you rock. The problem is the rest of it, 'poker'. If your lady is like the ones I've known, I would guess they're not thrilled about being poked. Would you be? Stop with the poking!
I believe I read this: I believe I read this excellent character study before, and it was a huge pleasure to analyze the revised version.
You’re a pro at planting us straight into a scene, right down to the battery candles and "The sauce glistening greasy on the dark wood table", and using those astutely chosen details, those flashes of shattering realism, to underscore the emotional dynamics of the story.
Here there was such a dramatic shift in the inner atmosphere that it felt like plummeting from a cliff. What I found truly cunning was the way mid-century wallpaper went from magically quaint and trendy to a representation of everything tasteless, cheap and self-indulgent about the society that produced the cad.
A stunning feat of poetic manipulation.
Applauding once more!
Sorry for taking so long to: Sorry for taking so long to get back to you regarding this question, I somehow missed it. Honestly, I've never noticed the fluctuations in accuracy on the time stamp. I've always just assumed it wasn't in alignment with my time zone, and thought that was all to it. I'm going to have to observe this more closely, now.
I've been so busy lately that: I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to give your top-tier creations the attention they deserve. And that's my loss. This poetic exhale is a cunning little ode to all the poems that never where. I'm a very prolific author those!
Nice one.