re fantales - i have been holding off on this one because it seems a bit
unbelievable - but husband was on a fantale
he got a part playing some yank chic's lover in dreadful yank movie being
shot in australia and was on a fantale
----Original Message Follows----
From: andrew burke <[log in to unmask]>
Reply-To: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
poetics <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Poem
Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2006 20:41:04 +0800
Thank you, Janet, for persevering even though at first you were put
off, and thank you for that big compliment, 'personal and global' - If
I could achieve that more often I'd be a happy poet.
Andrew
On 03/12/06, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>My initial reaction to Andrew's poem was "oh, another one of these",
>but then it caught my interest and I do like the way it ends.
>Personal and global.
>
>Janet
>
> > I wrote this poem over the last two days, and showed it to an American
> > young man today - he liked it but asked what Fantales were! It never
> > struck me that they were not USA of origin because they were
> > (originally) all about Hollywood stars. (They have since broadened.)
> > Fantales are a chocolate coated lolly with caramel inside. The wrapper
> > details the life and career of at least one major film star - very
> > compressed into maybe thirty or forty words. Here goes nothing:
> >
> >
> >
> > (title) My True Account
> >
> > I've seen these hands on old men before—
> > swollen rivers, deep valleys and bony ranges,
> > dark brooding between knuckles. I know
> >
> > the back of my hand like my own country.
> > In the Fifties, I read Milton and Rosenberg
> > on a wooden desk, with a chipped inkwell.
> >
> > That desktop spelt a history of boys
> > before me, their hieroglyphs and spilt ink
> > characterising my space, my view.
> >
> > Upstairs in the dorm, my bed-high locker
> > held what was me—all else cluttered in
> > grey flannel pockets: rosary beads, coins,
> >
> > and Fantale wrappers, to be smoothed
> > and added to my collection—
> > Alan Ladd, June Allyson, James Stewart.
> >
> > Milton and Rosenberg drew me in to
> > their intense reality. I built a chapel in my head
> > and read their words like litany: the sudden
> >
> > uprising of larks on return, then
> > dawn. I was twelve, I saw him die.
> > 'They also serve who only stand and waite.'
> >
> > Serve? I am of the individual generation,
> > sitting on our merry-go-round horses, riding to
> > our faux rebellion, nervous to dismount.
> >
> >
> > Poem ends. Any feedback welcome.
>-------------------------------------------------------
>Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
>Poems at Proximity:
>http://www.proximity.webhop.net
>
>You cannot love alone
>-------------------------------------------------------
>
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.bam.com.au/andrew
_________________________________________________________________
Advertisement: Fresh jobs daily. Stop waiting for the newspaper. Search Now!
www.seek.com.au
http://a.ninemsn.com.au/b.aspx?URL=http%3A%2F%2Fninemsn%2Eseek%2Ecom%2Eau&_t=757263760&_r=Hotmail_EndText_Dec06&_m=EXT
|