Saturday, September 01, 2007
"Laughing world may kick you out."
My first real publishing-- a short story and some poetry in The Fifth Page, Ryerson University's literary magazine.
Looking back on it, WTF!
There were people in the book immeasurably more talented than I.
For example, here is what my twenty-something solipsism produced:
Through the labyrinth of soul
Up through the maze
Down to the dregs
And sideways, left, right
But always returning to centre
And here is Weepy,
by Judy Thomson
Sits in corner
silly tear comes dribbling down
What's it this time, Goosey Gander?
Some harsh word has made you frown?
Has your boyfriend
Hurt your feelings
Broke your heart forever more?
(It is nothing
Trifles cut her to the core.)
Maybe through your skin has seeped.
(It is thin and little hampers
Imagined sorrows clouds have weeped.)
You, young Moody,
Cry for daisies
Losing petals in the fall
Some old Tom cat sheds a whisker
You sit down and start to bawl.
You are open
World can hurt you
Every bruise you welcome in
Are you maladjusted, Weepy?
(Or shallow phont made of tin?)
Why be different?
Why be moody?
You could be like us you know.
Join the party, be a joker
Chips and coke lay sorrows low.
O.K., stay then, dribble onward
Take the burdens of the world
Watch the dirt and rain make mudpies
With your feelings, torture swirled.
Keep your corner,
You were born that way no doubt.
Still, being sensitive is risky
Laughing World may kick you out!
Why am I reproducing some of this?
Maybe Ivan's "poetry" was that of the assertive vulgarian, the extrovert.
And Judy's that of the sensitive outsider.
What do you think?
You don't have to feed me candy.
(..I just realized that Judy Thomson's poem (Where is she now?) reminds me so much of some of my correspondents. My past love describe them as "F...-ed up. Sensitive.")