Thursday, December 04, 2003

Hey, you're one of us The IDS ran an insert yesterday of the Union Board's literature and art magazine.  I suppose this runs a few times a year, but this was the first I've ever seen of it.  (Granted, I dont' pick up the IDS nearly every day, oftentimes it's only Monday that I pick up the dead-tree edition.) I haven't read through all of it, but some of the poems I glanced over were, to be quite honest with you, not that great.  But perhaps I need to step back and realize that a poem about the cereal aisle in the supermarket can be profound, too.  I'm not nearly educated enough in the visual arts to critique that part of the magazine.  I still have it, perhaps I'll persue it a bit more later.  I happened to catch the last 2 lines of one of the poems that went something like "my cervix is diluted/I love you."  What's interesting about that is how easy it seems to tell one someone is writing erotica with the primary intent of perturbing you.  (I don't want to say shocked, I don't think that would be shocking to most people, perhaps in a kind of "I wish I was a beatnik" kind of way)  Describing bodily functions in a matter-of-fact of biology way drains all the emotional power out of the verse.  (And in this case, presents a really interesting irony/juxtaposition between the two lines.  You can probably figure out what that is.) <g> 11:41:56 AM    comment []

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