You know the last post of 2009? The one where I threatened to include the poem about RUSS and Tina, and the ulti-love-hypotnuse?
The poem is called (dramatic pause + dramatic sigh inserted here)... N-E-V-E-R (because it never should have happened).
In the immortal words of Barney/Neil Patrick Harris: "Wait for it..."
Never, Part I
Please note the very literary consideration, weighing "wave of emotions" against "my whole body of emotions." A critical distinction. How is a girl to decide?
We left this masterpiece at a crucial moment. Let us continue.
Never, Part II
I love the hope amidst the heartbreak! That what destroys you can make you a better person and a better friend. It is all so tragically purposeful!
We paused at the poem's denouement: "It hurts too much to know that I never had you... BUT" (Note the intermittent repetition! And the surprise: no use of the word, "BUT" here. Such command of the form!)
Never, Part III
Can you just feel the catharsis? The moment of clarity? Joy's triumphant return?
Never, Part IV
I know it is difficult to restrain yourself at this point, but please, NO CLAPPING.
We don't clap for poets. We nod. Nod slowly. Nod for each tear shed. Nod for each upward lift of your heart, beating beating.
Yes, you feel it.
oh my goodness! Such depth! Such passion! Such .... I don't know but I have tears. You can interpret them how you wish, but I also have stitch in my side. We are not clapping, or nodding, but in tribute to one of our favorite movies (So I Married an Axe Murderer) we are snapping. Thanks for sharing. It's been way too long, but worth the wait.
ReplyDelete-sigh of contentment for the return of my favorite blog-
ReplyDeleteand such a return! awesome.
Yes, I feel it and I am oh so slowing nodding! You have captured my entire high school experience -- I have a new favorite poet!
ReplyDeleteThank you for coaching me through the slow nod. Love it andrea, great fun!
ReplyDeleteChristy