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Offline letmemoveyou

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Magaera
« on: February 10, 2012, 12:44 PM »
First time here.. having trouble with this poem and am looking for feedback... constructive feedback (please) ?

Magaera (considering changing the title to Corporate Shrike.. what do you think?)

In she strode superiorly
casting a corrosive glance
leaving puddles of people in her wake
some soft-pedalling plebe stepped forward
mysteriously melting in the flicker of the light
that danced through the door behind the Chairman
the hall was suddenly cavernous
as candidates scattered to respective posts
terrified eyes peering nervously between slats
as the tormenting  tempest made a bee line for the boardroom
her Jimmy Choos echoing on travertine tile

she was Magaera gone mad
destroying all imagined offenders
guilty and guiltless alike

we had all heard the hearsay
and now the head harpy was here
and heads were about to roll!

clad in a Chanel suit of scarlet
matching silk scarf adorning her throat
it was easy to envision her slowly sliding it
from her nape, and with ninja-like reflexes
whipping it tightly around the gullet
of her unsuspecting victim
her evil visage dressed in a satisfied smile
as she leisurely throttled, culling the little life left
ceasing only for a second to inspect crimson claws
to confirm she hadn’t broken a nail

her carmine costume convenient for masking blood stains
should she opt  instead to lunge for a letter opener
plunging it deeply into the pith of her prey

she was adept at wielding any weapon at hand
bodies, letter openers, assorted office paraphernalia
forever disappeared when she descended for a dalliance

defiantly I dared to tread armed with her undoing
the slow steady sound of my steps teased her from her course
 curious she spun around surprised to see me coming
I stared straight into cold inky eyes that danced with destruction 
with a feisty fire in my own
I did not waiver and was rewarded
with a rare rattling

she leered lasciviously, delivering a venomous smirk
I never liked you - she condemned -You never did know your place
and she swivelled dismissively, missing my message

From intrepid to obliterated I moved in a heartbeat
but it was she who would discover herself the casualty
with a smile so sinister sweet I fastened the door behind us

and when that powerful portal re-opened
and the light danced in to reveal the victor
it was she who spilled out over travertine tile

I stepped forward  away from the carnage
wiping her blood from my new Jimmy Choos

Magaera rendered harmless
I rose righteously to take her place

while terrified eyes peered nervously through slats
awaiting their own damnation





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Re: Magaera
« Reply #1 on: February 10, 2012, 04:15 PM »
quite intoxicating.
I do not think you should both be wearing Jimmy Choo shoes. I am at a loss, I confess. Fashionista-Vampiress?
Nothwithstanding, your lexicon is elegantly sliced.
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Re: Magaera
« Reply #2 on: February 10, 2012, 04:23 PM »
Thank you, for your feedback. Very much appreciated... as for the Jimmy Choos... I took hers when I took her place... maybe I need to consider a clarity??

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Re: Magaera
« Reply #3 on: February 11, 2012, 05:45 AM »


I love it. I didn't know you knew my old boss. Now I know what happened to her!! I wondered.

The only thing that really bothers me is this:

Gaunt and ghastly in she strode
Cruelly casting so corrosive a glance

It is too high-handed. Turn it around into more regular speech as the rest of the poem and I think you've got it!

Welcome to our little alley.

I listen for each lonely breath.

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Re: Magaera
« Reply #4 on: February 11, 2012, 01:00 PM »
It's so helpful to hear what doesn't work. Those first 2 lines weren't working for me either. Show don't tell - and old professor of mine used to say. I changed the first two lines.. hopefully it flows better now. We must have had the same boss... the nightmares are finally waning after years have passed. What do you think about changing the title from Magaera to The Corporate Shrike?

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Re: Magaera
« Reply #5 on: February 13, 2012, 04:58 AM »
LMMYou---

welcome, a coffee?  maybe a tea?

let me tell you my overall impression.

this is a short story, not a poem. the pot calling the kettle black because i am working this line between poetry and prose myself just now in this Forum---up 'till now, i have never called a writer out---if they say poem, i say poem.  but not this time.

i would examine every modifier---


corrosive glance
soft-pedalling
respective posts
bee line
evil visage
crimson claws
rendered harmless
carmine costume
travertine tile
powerful portal
righteously
terrified eyes
nervously
leered lasciviously,
venomous smirk



and here a little bland:

the light danced
in a heartbeat

don't believe this is a word:

superiorly


alas, you diagnosed this yourself--- too much tell, not enough show.

Eudora Weldy has a short story that critics regard as a classic---in the opening paragraph she establishes the problem, the complication and her title even point toward a resolution.

the tone, language, and descriptions all support her indignation. 


Why I live at the P.O---by Eudora Welty.  (P.O. being a southern term for the Post Office.)



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I WAS GETTING ALONG FINE with Mama, Papa-Daddy and Uncle Rondo until my sister Stella-Rondo just separated from her husband and came back home again. Mr. Whitaker! Of course I went with Mr. Whitaker first, when he first appeared here in China Grove, taking "Pose Yourself" photos, and Stella-Rondo broke us up. Told him I was one-sided. Bigger on one side than the other, which is a deliberate, calculated falsehood: I'm the same. Stella-Rondo is exactly twelve months to the day younger than I am and for that reason she's spoiled.


a good story you have here, now the poem.


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Re: Magaera
« Reply #6 on: February 13, 2012, 02:12 PM »
Thank you so much for the warm welcome... because it's day time... i'll have tea... strong, one lump and a dollop of milk.

I appreciate your honesty. That's what I came here for. I will play with this again and try to make it better.  I hope you'll have another look when I do.

So many poems these days feel like chopped up prose... perhaps I don't know what really makes a poem a poem.

As for superiorly... it is weak... more of that "telling." I actually doubted myself, but I assure you, there it was in all 3 of my dictionaries...

Thanks again for your feedback. and thank you for the tip about Eudora... I'll check it out.  : )




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Re: Magaera
« Reply #7 on: February 13, 2012, 03:54 PM »
LMMYou---

you bet.





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Re: Magaera
« Reply #8 on: February 14, 2012, 04:50 PM »
letmemoveyou,

Line breaks and the intentional absence of punctuation do not make a prose short story into a poem.  You have presented a character study, but though there are figures of speech here and there, again, those alone do not make prose writing a poem.

One of the reasons that punctuation should be valued is revealed in L3-L4.  Without commas and periods, it could be the soft-peddling plebe who is leaving puddles of people in her wake.  Move down a couple more lines to L7.  The way the structure tracks without punctuation allows for the interpretation that the hall mysteriously melted in the flicker of light, or that being melted by the flicker of light made the hall cavernous.

Word usage can be too clever.  Writers, including me, too often get caught up in how clever a phrase or a word sounds, or looks to him/her, without considering whether it makes any sense.  The very first line reveals errant thinking.  It might seem clever to make an adverb out of an adjective, but it reads like ignorance instead of creativity.  "some soft-pedalling plebe" certainly gets some alliteration going, but there is no clue as to what the plebe is soft-peddling, why the plebe is described that way.  "mysteriously melting" is just as errant.  How does one mysteriously melt in the flicker of light.  It could barely work if you wrote, "by" the flicker of light.  The creation of "tormenting tempest....travertine tile" must have made you smile, but this reader sees it more as flaunting alliteration for its own sake rather than advancing the storyline. 

S3 gives one the same impression.  The reader hasn't head the hearsay, so nothing concrete establishes the harpy nature, but the reader is merely told that she is a harpy, because the author is reveling in the "h" sound, not the development of the character.

Other phrases that are too clever for their own good: ninja like reflexes, lunging for a letter opener (In the boardroom?), pith of her prey, wielding any weapon at hand (and including "bodies" in that list), rewarded with a rare rattling (she might have been rattled, but I'd like to know what the challenger heard that was rattling), leered lasciviously (So, she is encouraging a sexual encounter?) from intrepid to obliterated I moved...(Exactly how does one who is obliterated move at all?), as a casualty with a smile so sinister sweet (As mentioned earlier, you forsook sense for the cleverness of assonance and consonance, because here one does not know whether the casualty or the challenger will wear the sinister smile.)

Enough.  Reading the poem reveals fascination with assonance and consonance, but it lacks sequential logic and this is caused by the absence of punctuation and capitalization, as well as the improper placement of circumstantial clauses. The assonance and consonance is well done, for its own sake.  However, no poetic should ever be used for its own sake.  Overall, it makes the read overly melodramatic, reducing the hoped for tension, eliminating any ambiance of threat; it all sounds so silly.

Now, if that was your goal, to demonstrate the breadth and depth of your vocabulary and your ability to overwhelm the reader with assonance and consonance, well played.  But showing off does not sell a poem.  It diminishes it.  I'd still suggest a revision that incorporates the standard elements of English grammar, reduces the amount of alliteration, and seeks to expand on abstract descriptions.
 
Keep writing,
Bill

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Re: Magaera
« Reply #9 on: February 14, 2012, 05:48 PM »
Well, thanks Bill. It's very valuable to be torn to shreds. I know I have a weakness when it comes to punctuation, and I know I over-alliterate. I love words and do not profess to wield them well in the form of poetry. I am exploring, hoping to learn,

I have not done a good job here and i know it.

I don't want to bother reacting to every comment... this was obviously a real-life shrike. She travelled to other offices, too - not just the board room. And I assure you that she did, indeed. wield any weapon at hand.

At any rate, thank you. for taking the time. Your comments are very helpful.

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Re: Magaera
« Reply #10 on: February 14, 2012, 09:13 PM »
citizen letmemoveyou, i would caution all poets when listening to other poets about what is and what is not poetry.  with that said, i believe mojave, as usual, makes some compelling points regarding prose and poetry.  in my POV, i find some of the word choices to be forced, e.g. "pith."  isn't that a reference to the spine of a leaf?  i could list several words that seemed forced, culled from the thesaurus rather than the poet.  maybe you are one of the 16 people left in the english speaking world that uses "lasciviously" in conversation.  if not, show me me what your poetic eyes see, not what they find in some reference.

with that said, the slant of the poem is so strident against the antagonist that i reach a point where i say to myself, "oh, i know this bitch."  it might be more cathartic for both writer and reader to twist the story into a love story.  WTF?  Like this >


she strode loudly
cracking puddles
nameless in her wake

her steps echoed
scattered
terrified eyes peering nervously between slats

a tempest
a bee line
jimmy choos chewing travertine

clad in scarlet
chanel
silk scarf
how easy she made him smile

her carmine blood stains
letter opener
plunging
deeply into salutations

taken
i dared myself
in her direction
the sound of my steps
turned her inky eyes

we danced
embers
venomous smirks

i never liked you

didn't know your place

in a heartbeat
she will discover
herself
i fastened the door
behind us

stepping away
her blood
her lips
rendered harmless

i rose righteously
to take her place

puzzled eyes
peered nervously through slats
awaiting their turn



PLEASE, do not take the "twist" or half baked version as "SUGGESTION."  Take these as alternate ways to see your story/poem in progress.  My sense is that you have what you need and then some.  Another way to approach the story/poem is to attempt third person. 

Good Luck,
Bish
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Re: Magaera
« Reply #11 on: February 14, 2012, 09:19 PM »
I loved your version.. it's very helpful... less is more. It will be hard to try again when yours seems so perfect. But I really appreciate constructive feedback. I know I was "telling" too much... just wasn't sure how to begin again. Thank you. That was much less painful than the last comment.

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Re: Magaera
« Reply #12 on: February 14, 2012, 09:25 PM »
letmemoveyou, your poem has all the recognition of the poetic moment, the sight of the "unseen."  in addition, there is credible tension, which always accounts for good pulp.  in the future, when you find yourself in the company of the unseen, let the moment play you rather than play the moment.  you are the instrument that makes the sound, no less than a tree as the wind moves through it.  this sound, like the tree's, is your voice.

keep writing,
nice to meet you,
peace,
bish
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