Guest poem submitted by David Wright, as part of our ongoing theme, hate rhymes:
(Poem #878) Frustration
If I had a shiny gun, I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folk who give me pains; Or had I some poison gas, I could make the moments pass Bumping off a number of People whom I do not love. But I have no lethal weapon- Thus does Fate our pleasure step on! So they still are quick and well Who should be, by rights, in hell.
This poem from Dorothy Parker is exactly the sort of thing we worry about the kids reading. My open question is, what do we get from a poem like this, what kind of pleasure does it give us? I'm not suggesting any answers. I'm just curious to how we respond to such poems. The first time I read these things I'm impressed with the vigor and force of the poet's wrath, and a bit bemusedly shocked, and vicariously pleased. The second and third readings are somewhat more disturbing... David. [Minstrels Links] Dorothy Parker: Poem #150, Resume Poem #192, Comment Poem #486, Epitaph for a Darling Lady Poem #560, Chant for Dark Hours Poem #638, Song of Perfect Propriety Poem #697, A Well Worn Story Poem #878, Frustration Hate Rhymes: Poem #185, A Glass of Beer -- David O'Bruadair Poem #266, The Litany for Doneraile -- Patrick O'Kelly Poem #876, I Wish My Tongue were a Quiver -- Louis McKay Poem #877, I Do Not Love Thee, Dr Fell -- Tom Brown Poem #635, Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister -- Robert Browning