Hello Rhyssa , my name is Just an Ordinary Boo! and I am part of a reviewing activity for SAJ.
This review is made as a gesture of friendship and community, please accept it as such.
Believe it or not - this is my third attempt to send you a review, the internet malfunctioning ate one between preview and save. Another inexplicably disappeared except for about 5 or 6 characters, which must have bewildered you when it appeared as 'review' in your mail! But, if it is less than inspired - please forgive me for not rising to the level of tribute that I intend it to be:
What Drew Me In: I am always game to read a poem of yours but many things about this intrigued me: The lack of title case, the implication of instruction manual in the title that contradicted the delicate imagery in poetry, and the reference to the five stages of grief in the intro.
The General Impression: Free verse tabulated and paralleling the five documented stages of grief whilst still managing to instruct on how to move.
The Things That Worked For Me: Eschewing my preset template in an attempt to give you the same format as tribute to your superb write:
1. Denial: No, you can't be HUMAN. Confess, you're actually a program written to draw upon all the poetry known to date and which analyzes styles and forms of poets past and present. (There will be no future ones of course, only similar programs that will eclipse mere human effort0
2. Anger: I think that’s all I can express, because you cannot see me flounce out of the room, hear me slam the door, or duck a ceramic keepsake thrown at your head!. Actually, in the far off days when we actually wrote with pen on paper, I might also have left a petulant trail of ink splots from the former across the latter! But in this age such freaks would be too Hello Rhyssa , my name is Just an Ordinary Boo! and I am part of a reviewing activity for SAJ.
This review is made as a gesture of friendship and community, please accept it as such.
Believe it or not - this is my third attempt to send you a review, the internet malfunctioning ate one between preview and save. Another inexplicably disappeared except for about 5 or 6 characters, which must have bewildered you when it appeared as 'review' in your mail! But, if it is less than inspired - please forgive me for not rising to the level of tribute that I intend it to be:
What Drew Me In: I am always game to read a poem of yours but many things about this intrigued me: The lack of title case, the implication of instruction manual in the title that contradicted the delicate imagery in poetry, and the reference to the five stages of grief in the intro.
The General Impression: Free verse tabulated and paralleling the five documented stages of grief whilst still managing to instruct on how to move.
The Things That Worked For Me: Eschewing my preset template in an attempt to give you the same format as tribute to your superb write:
1. Denial: No, you can't be HUMAN. Confess, you're actually a program written to draw upon all the poetry known to date and which analyzes styles and forms of poets past and present. (There will be no future ones of course, only similar programs that will eclipse mere human effort0
2. Anger: I think that’s all I can express, because you cannot see me flounce out of the room, hear me slam the door, or duck a ceramic keepsake thrown at your head!. Actually, in the far off days when we actually wrote with pen on paper, I might also have left a petulant trail of ink splots from the former across the latter! But in this age such Hello Rhyssa , my name is Just an Ordinary Boo! and I am part of a reviewing activity for SAJ.
This review is made as a gesture of friendship and community, please accept it as such.
Believe it or not - this is my third attempt to send you a review, the internet malfunctioning ate one between preview and save. Another inexplicably disappeared except for about 5 or 6 characters, which must have bewildered you when it appeared as 'review' in your mail! But, if it is less than inspired - please forgive me for not rising to the level of tribute that I intend it to be:
What Drew Me In: I am always game to read a poem of yours but many things about this intrigued me: The lack of title case, the implication of instruction manual in the title that contradicted the delicate imagery in poetry, and the reference to the five stages of grief in the intro.
The General Impression: Free verse tabulated and paralleling the five documented stages of grief whilst still managing to instruct on how to move.
The Things That Worked For Me: Eschewing my preset template in an attempt to give you the same format as tribute to your superb write:
1. Denial: No, you can't be HUMAN. Confess, you're actually a program written to draw upon all the poetry known to date and which analyzes styles and forms of poets past and present. (There will be no future ones of course, only similar programs that will eclipse mere human effort0
2. Anger: I think that’s all I can express, because you cannot see me flounce out of the room, hear me slam the door, or duck a ceramic keepsake thrown at your head!. Actually, in the far off days when we actually wrote with pen on paper, I might also have left a petulant trail of ink splots from the former across the latter! But in this age such freaks would be too costly and I have to content myself with making those virtual faces at you!
3. Bargaining: If I the Devil were interested in the bargain, and assuming he deemed my rather worn soul worthy, I might consider a trade for such facile ease with words and forms. No, wait, I mightn’t either, both folklore and experience have taught me that it is not the petitioner who profits in such Faustian bargain!
4. Depression/Despair: For the feeling I have is way beyond depression, it’s like seeing this yawning pit so wide so deep, aware of being a flightless human being. Know where I can buy a bolt of sackcloth and a heap of ashes? is too bright an emotion – where’s e:curlingupintoaball?
5. Acceptance: Well, I may be a lesser poet but that doesn’t make me a lesser human being. I manage halfway okay at writing stories, kind people have read them and some have even liked them! And I do make the most luscious brownies – the kind with a lovely cracked top that you can bite into with deceptive ease – then the goo-ey center of rich chocolate melts over your tongue!
So, go to it gal, and I’ll be there to cheer you on!
The Things That Made Me Stop and Think: See, this is where reviewing helps both the reviewer and the writer - I have learned a lot from the review: Keep trying, keep stretching, you may fall - but no one can stop you from getting up again!
Suggestions: Remember these are made, not from any lofty pinnacle of ability or erudition, but more as a hiccup seen in the smooth enjoyment of a concerned reader -:
Only the first verse has a period ending the last line/sentence, any reason for that distinction?
One more question - was the use of lower case, the eschewing of capitals altogether, a known device? Or was it some kind of psychological statement that diminishes self?
Any comments are only an individual opinion. Please sip it all, allow what you find sweet to take the edge off what you think is sour.
May your words go on to shine!
Effort brings colour to Life
freaks would be too costly and I have to content myself with making those virtual faces at you
3. Bargaining: If I the Devil were interested in the bargain, and assuming he deemed my rather worn soul worthy, I might consider a trade for such facile ease with words and forms. No, wait, I mightn’t either, both folklore and experience have taught me that it is not the petitioner who profits in such Faustian bargain!
4. Depression/Despair: For the feeling I have is way beyond depression, it’s like seeing this yawning pit so wide so deep, aware of being a flightless human being. Know where I can buy a bolt of sackcloth and a heap of ashes? is too bright an emotion – where’s e:curlingupintoaball?
5. Acceptance: Well, I may be a lesser poet but that doesn’t make me a lesser human being. I manage halfway okay at writing stories, kind people have read them and some have even liked them! And I do make the most luscious brownies – the kind with a lovely cracked top that you can bite into with deceptive ease – then the goo-ey center of rich chocolate melts over your tongue!
So, go to it gal, and I’ll be there to cheer you on!
The Things That Made Me Stop and Think: See, this is where reviewing helps both the reviewer and the writer - I have learned a lot from the review: Keep trying, keep stretching, yoou may fall - but no one can stop you from getting up again!
Suggestions: Remember these are made, not from any lofty pinnacle of ability or erudition, but more as a hiccup seen in the smooth enjoyment of a concerned reader -:
Only the first verse has a period ending the last line/sentence, any reason for that distinction?
One more question - was the use of lower case, the eschewing of capitals altogether a known device? Or was it some kind of psychological statement that diminishes self?
Any comments are only an individual opinion. Please sip it all, allow what you find sweet to take the edge off what you think is sour.
May your words go on to shine!
Effort brings colour to Life
costly and I have to content myself with making these virtual faces at you
3. Bargaining: If I the Devil were interested in the bargain, and assuming he deemed my rather worn soul worthy, I might consider a trade for such facile ease with words and forms. No, wait, I mightn’t either, both folklore and experience have taught me that it is not the petitioner who profits in such Faustian bargains!
4. Depression/Despair: For the feeling I have is way beyond depression, it’s like seeing this yawning pit so wide so deep, aware of being a flightless human being. Know where I can buy a bolt of sackcloth and a heap of ashes? is too bright an emotion – where’s e:curlingupintoaball?
5. Acceptance: Well, I may be a lesser poet but that doesn’t make me a lesser human being. I manage halfway okay at writing stories, kind people have read them and some have even liked them! And I do make the most luscious brownies – the kind with a lovely cracked top that you can bite into with deceptive ease – then the goo-ey center of rich chocolate melts over your tongue!
So, go to it gal, and I’ll be there to cheer you on!
The Things That Made Me Stop and Think: See, this is where reviewing helps both the reviewer and the writer - I have learned a lot from the review: Keep trying, keep stretching, you may fall - but no one can stop you from getting up again!
Suggestions: Remember these are made, not from any lofty pinnacle of ability or erudition, but more as a hiccup seen in the smooth enjoyment of a concerned reader -:
Only the first verse has a period ending the last line/sentence, any reason for that distinction?
One more question - was the use of lower case, the eschewing of capitals altogether a known device? Or was it some kind of psychological statement that diminishes self?
Any comments are only an individual opinion. Please sip it all, allow what you find sweet to take the edge off what you think is sour.
May your words go on to shine!
Effort brings colour to Life
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