Jess Land Sum

[James]

This is a love poem that's almost disguised as something else. I figure the younger someone is, the more apt they are to stick a love story into everything; and to build everything out of a love affair. The civilized human race is still young in that way. And that's almost a good thing: as I see it. I've already plotted my rebellion against the Transhuman movement.

A poem like this isn't very complicated; I doubt it's the best you can do, and things you do later on will be more worthy of studying or wrestling with. But there's too many other things going on when it's on a website with new poems arriving every few minutes. I think it's fine to put a lot into a poem that might take others a lot of trouble to work out, or that might even need secondary poems or material to get at; as long as the poem is made worth their while. As long as they're pulled into it in some way, that drives them to struggle with it.

One way to spark interest is to build up: Start with Dubliners or Portrait of an Artist..., and built them up to Ulysses. Get them interested with "Love Me Do", then quickly slip in "A Day in the Life", and when you know for sure that you have their attention and admiration, blast them with "Revolution No. 9".

But that's just the way popular culture does it. And I'm even giving its examples here, the way it does. There are other ways. Just make something up.

And if you still think this poem is worth it, keep struggling with it yourself. Whether you ever change it or not.

It may not seem like it, but its actually something else disguised as a love poem. And well your right its not the most that I can do, I don't really like to write about love, I wrote this because it was something that really happened to me. In actuality what this was, was the thing that made life in the ghetto (well hood) a little bit easier. The main purpose of it, was the turning point of my ideals about life. From not caring for it all, to actually being something that I'd like to wake up to, then back to shit. And that even though life in the ghetto is shit and lonely, mostly due to the majority of the population being fucking animals, sometimes its not even that bad, because sometimes you meet someone that gives you hope.