The thing is,
the object of your reconstruction
as you see it,
bears little resemblance
to the object
of your reconstruction
as I see it.
In other words,
that is not
how you make
a rabbit.
But must a poet speak
of things
in other words?
The thing is just an object
of your constructs,
both social and historical.
Poetry’s a rabbit
with a mistress
and a family
in a hidey hole.
With all due respect and thanks to Sarah K Bell on reconstructing a rabbit
July 2, 2009 at 10:45 pm |
lol, as soon as i read “that is not how you make a rabbit” i thought… “hey, Brad’s writing a poem about that rabbit poem from the new cordite issue. and there you have it.
July 2, 2009 at 10:46 pm |
That is a very clever poem and a very delightful one. It is a simple construct to which I have already returned sev eral times. Congratulations. I wish I had written it!!!
July 2, 2009 at 10:50 pm |
In other words, poetry is self replicating.
To hole myself up with a mistress
would be a poem in itself.
My anima deconstructs
hysterically, too.
Hello again!
July 3, 2009 at 2:38 am |
As Nietzsche would say..”Why are you so clever, why are you so wise?”
hehehehe..I’m just laughing and smiling
Cheers
July 3, 2009 at 4:05 am |
That was monstrously delightful Brad, and it immediately made me think of Fiver from Watership Down.
July 3, 2009 at 9:07 am |
I like the bounciness of rabbits. And the taste good if you are hungry. Did you see Cordite are having an official remix? The old rabbit fences never worked.
July 3, 2009 at 9:07 am |
I like the bounciness of rabbits. And they taste good if you are hungry. Did you see Cordite are having an official remix? The old rabbit fences never worked.
July 3, 2009 at 10:13 am |
Oo stereo, cool,
July 3, 2009 at 5:56 pm |
I love rabbits and i really like this poem, especially the last stanza….
July 4, 2009 at 2:43 am |
“Poetry’s a rabbit
with a mistress
and a family
in a hidey hole.”
Poetry, that studly Romeo, that grand family man, lover to both, bastard to all…
but always entertaining.
July 4, 2009 at 7:24 pm |
I liked this poem a lot. Reminded me of Plato and the cavern that projected the things. Also about languages and definitions in it.
Say to bindo that probably you should have written deconstruction instead of reconstruction, then I might think it is possible that you had Niezche in mind.
July 6, 2009 at 7:31 am |
Carroll would be proud.
July 6, 2009 at 3:08 pm |
I’ve never eaten a rabbit, like Paul has, but I do like the poem :)
July 7, 2009 at 4:55 am |
O faithless lagomorph!
July 7, 2009 at 9:19 am |
I really liked the word play and the feel of this poem, Brad, like a rabbit tunnel. Clever metaphor.
PS Yes, I am smiling, always :D
July 8, 2009 at 6:47 am |
I love this!