AT LONG LAST
I like women
who write like men
and men who write
like women
somewhere in the middle
they meet
in a smoky androgynous haze
where they size
(and feel)
each other up
coming
at long last
to their defining moment
with no compulsion
for going under the knife
Absolutely brilliant work. You said this so concisely --- not a word in excess. Flawless piece.
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DeleteThat you're brilliant? Or that I owe you a photo? ;)
DeleteThe latter, of course :)
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DeleteYes! And I want a poem I can live happily ever after with even if we fight.
ReplyDeleteHappily ever after may only be true in regards to poetry :)
DeleteHaha! Love this. In the end, isn't it all just bullshit anyway? We should just do away with these gendered assumptions and get on with it. :)
ReplyDeleteI just thought of a commercial for THE GENDER BENDER BLENDER..."Mix and swirl your bananas and fruits into one delicious, unrecognizable smoothie!"
DeleteA wonderful piece, well done indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank ye kindly
DeleteInteresting...Culture determines how you write to a great extent.I write like an Aussie woman. But as we tend to be more direct and less Snow White like than many of our sisters from other parts of the world we could easily be mistaken for writing like blokes... well not blokes from down here but from else where:)
DeleteThat's a very good point. And I love the term "blokes"--I wish we used it over here.
DeleteAh yes.. if only ❤️
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DeleteOh Boy!
ReplyDeleteGirls will be boys and boys will be girls...like Lola
DeleteGood 4 U ... meow.
ReplyDeleteHow are things in the alley?
DeletePolice standoff right under my nose yesterday ... Dat was exiting to say the least, friend Tim ... Meouw ... Love, cat.
DeleteUnless the content reveals it, how can you tell? (But going under the knife, I think, has to do with life, not art.)
ReplyDeleteThere are certain authors--Pulitzer Prize winner Donna Tartt being one of them (notice the Goldfinch at top of my poem?), who have written in the first person male persona. There are male authors--I think of Richard Ford as being one of them--whose style seems more poignant...sensitive...which could be interpreted as his feminine side coming forth. Art is life. Life is art.
Deletewe wield the knife differently when we use it as a pen - an intriguing piece of poetry
ReplyDeleteAstute observation!
DeletePeople worry far too much about what they've got in their pants.
ReplyDeleteThat could be the line of the year--lol
DeleteInteresting piece. Nice read. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
ReplyDelete...I think I understand it...
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I think I do too!
DeleteYes we need to r ach across
ReplyDeleteA lot of talk about reaching across lately, eh?
DeleteVirginia Wolff said that to be a good writer, the reader shouldn't know if the author was a man or a woman. Don't know if I agree. I like writing from a woman's POV most of the time. But an interesting and worthwhile topic for poetic discussion.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard not to know if the author is a man or a woman when their name is right there on the cover--lol But I know what Virginia was trying to say. I think it's the human aspect, more than anything--that can be transmitted by a male or female writer with equal effectiveness.
DeleteThat's plain wonderful - to go beyond the skin and becoming the other in words is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery well thought.
-HA
Thank ye kindly
DeleteIt happens sometimes - meeting in an androgynous zone - and such a relief when it does!
ReplyDeleteYes, a relief...whether they relieve themselves or each other :)
DeleteI like that too. I wish people would behave more like people instead of acting out what they think they are supposed to be. No limits!
ReplyDeleteNo limits! Exactly!
DeleteUhm, you know I have grappling with this topic for some time now, friend Tim ... Grappling/ Grabbing for answers here and there, up there and down there in the library of life ... Meow ... Love, cat.
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DeleteI understand this. As a philosophical statement, there is never any struggle when you say YES.
DeleteClever write. There is much of note not said within the lines but where the overtones meet "beneath the knife" as it were. Much sociological explications, as well as literary discussions. When is language delegated to a gender. How different are the sexes in terms of inspiration, emotions, desires, ethics, standards, mores, and ways of appreciation. This poem is deep and not at all facile. Well done!
ReplyDeleteGreat to see you back, and with such insightful commentary!
DeleteI really enjoyed how this reads through - each separate but falling into the arms of the other, then coming apart again - definitely leaves one lingering, waiting, wanting more - but needing to walk away, in order to re-collect oneself.
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