Poor poem! It seems to me quite unexceptionable, and as David Latane
remarks, it demonstrates imagery, allusion and metonymy, (which I
would certainly call techniques). It's deliberately plain and
restrained, and it focuses skilfully on a very simple still life.
Nothing wrong with that=. I agree with David that there are a couple
of clunky lines - eg "lip stick love notes", which somehow I don't
quite believe. If I were to connect it with genre writing, it wouldn't
be romance novels but detective fiction.
Something bothers me in this conversation: a snobbery, perhaps?
"Prosaic" needn't be a term of abuse. Rilke can be prosaic. An a
priori contempt for the domestic. I'm not sure precisely why this
particular poem has attracted such ire.
xA
--
Editor, Masthead: http://www.masthead.net.au
Blog: http://theatrenotes.blogspot.com
Home page: http://www.alisoncroggon.com
|