this is so different from what i do -- so playful, so free -- and yet, so
... demanding?
i love it. i wandered through wikipedia, looking things up. now that i
understand it, i love your last line.
i also really like the dancing flapper lines, but they somehow don't seem to
me to belong in this poem?
a love song to the city
yes.
--
~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
On 1/7/08, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> A poem inspired by the discussions, and by the wikipedia article on
> 'flaneur'. (I think this is the most interesting thing I have written for
> weeks!) First draft - critique welcome.
>
> Alien-eyed
>
> So I will be your
> flaneur, yes,
> that's what I will be,
> flanerie my technique
> of touching your
>
> Flanerie, not flattery. I will not
> paint -- I will photograph
> your [de]constructed
> your concreted skin
> your starred and lit / your
> banner camera hair
> your dirty ruined / your
> crumble and birdshit
>
> My angular flapper frame will
> walk its dancy walk all over your
> In tall clothes
> in collection of quirky / my
> shoeshined, styled, alien-eyed / my
>
> Never actual/present, existing
> only in pataphor, yet
> coming to get you
>
> --
> Janet Jackson
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> www.proximity.webhop.net
> www.myspace.com/poetjj
>
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