Guest poem sent in by Katherine Woolfitt
(Poem #1344) Please Fire Me
Here comes another alpha male, and all the other alphas are snorting and pawing, kicking up puffs of acrid dust while the silly little hens clatter back and forth on quivering claws and raise a titter about the fuss. Here comes another alpha male-- a man's man, a dealmaker, holds tanks of liquor, charms them pantsless at lunch: I've never been sicker. Do I have to stare into his eyes and sympathize? If I want my job I do. Well I think I'm through with the working world, through with warming eggs and being Zenlike in my detachment from all things Ego. I'd like to go somewhere else entirely, and I don't mean Europe.
I've been quite behind on reading Minstrels, and I just today got to the math poems of late July. They reminded me of graduate school & what it's like to do philosophy professionally, which in turn reminded me of one of the more unpleasant aspects of analytic research, viz. the all-too-frequent sexism. And that in turn reminded me of this poem by Deborah Garrison (who I think hasn't appeared on the list yet?) that I've always liked, for capturing exactly what it's like to deal with this sort of thing. Katherine [Martin adds] Perfect ending (I do love those) - beautifully timed, and eliciting almost unbidden that audible "ah" of surprise and gratification. I wasn't really getting into the poem until the last stanza, but that pulled it all together for me. (I wonder if there's a deliberate reference to Cummings's "listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go", but either way, it's fully as satisfying a line). [Links] Brief biography and some poems: http://www.pbs.org/wnet/foolingwithwords/t_txtgarrison.html Academy of American Poets page: [broken link] http://www.poets.org/poets/poets.cfm?prmID=594