I had no idea Muriel was a feminist. I'll have to get myself a tee shirt that says A Woman Needs a Man Like a Fish Needs a Paramecium. But since fish and parameciums coexist in the same environment, it would make a dull tee shirt. Never mind. It's late, I'm making no sense. I'll start spouting lyrics from Englebert Humperdink about bicycles next. Love that song. It's one of Paul's favorites. He'll tell you about it. He puts it on repeat into his Ipod and sits there 1,2,3, 1,2,3, 1,2,3, dancing away. Thanks for your post David.
--- On Thu, 5/22/08, David Wright <wright@xxxxxxxx> wrote:
From: David Wright <wright@xxxxxxxx>
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Rough winds do shake Muriel
Date: Thursday, May 22, 2008, 3:30 AM
Stay away from, almost, any combination of 'famous' and 'poet', paticularly if this adjective / noun combination occurs within a website that promotes 3D screensavers. Discover your personal experience of poetry from those whom you respect, not from those striving to craft such sentimental nonsense. Poetry, while inherently a work of fictition, must retain some respect for facts (some, not totalitarian), especially if purporting representaion of scientific (ie. biological) processes.
In this case, Rukeyser is far too busy playing the game of early 20th C. Feminism, which is as misguided as any other wonderfully totalitarian approach to systematic thought. A poem cam be true without being factual and factual without being true. Remember, famous poems include 'Jack & Jill' and 'One Fine Day in The Middle of The Night'. Fun, but ultimately worthless. Many of us can craft such
shite in one hour, okay, perhaps two if we have a sense of shame.
immersed within a sense of shame,
Here we go again. I better stick to politics and while I'm at it stay away from movie reviews on climate change. I'm thinking of Muriel Rukeyser, not Muriel Spark. My inner paramecium can't tell one Muriel apart from another. Quite a while ago I read Muriel *Rukeyser's* poem Conjugation of the Paramecium and I thought it was so silly and so dumb that I became forever tainted by a prejudice against all Muriels. When doing the quotes last night I saw the name Muriel, grabbed my broad brush and painted over all her words knowing only that Muriel said them. In the light of day, Muriel Spark's words are actually quite apt. But here is Muriel Rukeyser's poem. Is it me, or is this a really funny poem? Is it even a poem? What am I missing?
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