Twenty-Two Early Poems - 3. shadows

I really liked no 9, even if my interpretation this morning is very literal (having to get up early on a Sunday to take the girls to choir in the church...). I miss my bed...

Sometimes you see on tv someone relating a horrible story that could well have ended with death. The mere fact that the person is there to tell the tale is a reassurance it didn't end that way.
The same feeling I now and then get with one of your poems: reassured because you're still with us.

Poem No. 8 is one of those.
Reading the first two strophes I heard singing: Ridi, pagliaccio from Pagliacci. The sad clown, who has to smile for a living, but whose sad soul makes that difficult.
But then the last strophe. The music stopped. For the "you" could be both the clown and the writer...

In the dream, where one can be one's true self and earthly woes are obliterated, you can be une rose, thus linking the last and the first one of this trio.

Thanks AC, for giving me something to think over during my Sunday chores.

Nice poems AC, yet again. I must say though, that I have no attachment to clowns--I don't fear them, or love them, except Flippo, the local tv one from my youth. He did fun things on his show as well as presenting monster movies every afternoon. No scary theme-parties for me to remember with dread.
What I feel about clowns now is due to one movie--Killer Klowns From Outer Space--about an alien invasion whose members look like clowns, down to stupid cars and balloons. A cult must-see.
I'm sure you've got more in your bag of tricks--bring 'em on!

On 09/13/2015 05:45 PM, Puppilull said:

I really liked no 9, even if my interpretation this morning is very literal (having to get up early on a Sunday to take the girls to choir in the church...). I miss my bed...

Thanks, Puppilull. I hope the choir was in brilliant form

On 09/14/2015 12:17 AM, J.HunterDunn said:

Sometimes you see on tv someone relating a horrible story that could well have ended with death. The mere fact that the person is there to tell the tale is a reassurance it didn't end that way.

The same feeling I now and then get with one of your poems: reassured because you're still with us.

 

Poem No. 8 is one of those.

Reading the first two strophes I heard singing: Ridi, pagliaccio from Pagliacci. The sad clown, who has to smile for a living, but whose sad soul makes that difficult.

But then the last strophe. The music stopped. For the "you" could be both the clown and the writer...

 

In the dream, where one can be one's true self and earthly woes are obliterated, you can be une rose, thus linking the last and the first one of this trio.

 

Thanks AC, for giving me something to think over during my Sunday chores.

Thank you for the review, Peter. I think you are putting these last few poems in context with one another and coming up with the right 'theme.'

Sad but true. The 'coming out' and 'coming of age' tags are all tied up in this theme as well.

Thanks for all your support, buddy. I made it

On 09/14/2015 12:03 PM, ColumbusGuy said:

Nice poems AC, yet again. I must say though, that I have no attachment to clowns--I don't fear them, or love them, except Flippo, the local tv one from my youth. He did fun things on his show as well as presenting monster movies every afternoon. No scary theme-parties for me to remember with dread.

What I feel about clowns now is due to one movie--Killer Klowns From Outer Space--about an alien invasion whose members look like clowns, down to stupid cars and balloons. A cult must-see.

I'm sure you've got more in your bag of tricks--bring 'em on!

Thanks for your review, ColumbusGuy. It seems Stephen King's book "It" was the initial anti-clown movement generator.