Thursday, April 28, 2005

Good Poetry

I tend to hate poetry. I don't really know why, but it's just not my cup of tea. But every once in awhile, there is one that really tickles me. Ann Althouse inspired this effort from What's the Rumpus:
Surviving a Tornado with a Post-Structuralist

"Il n ya pas d hors tornado"
he said,
his fingers forming quotation marks
in sync with "tornado,"
his black clad back to the window,
his form refusing to brace itself
against the chaos
of defenestrating wind.
Retreating to the cellar
I wondered
on what far field his form would fall
and whether he would finally find himself
outside the text.

Heehee...I grant thee The Debate Link Award for Excellence in Poetry (don't laugh, it's pretty impressive considering I despise all poetry).

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