The Hunting Lodge
A score or more grinning heads
Pasted to the wall like so many trophies
Eyes rolling in blue despair
Scratched in the face like jagged ponds
Holding fishy thoughts and brackish ideas
Of multi-coloured decadence cut to no certain form;
But that’s beside the point, please turn to page 3…
Mar 8th 2005
The poem probably could use a bit of an explanation…
My Applied Christian Ethics class for the last two classes has been held in a different room; one directly across the hall, to be exact. The wall at the front of the room adorned by a massive white board, which in turn is surrounded on 3 sides by paper heads. Faces were painted by numerous “artists” and then apparently cut out of the surrounding paper so that only the head/face part remained. Thick lines and sloppy colours are the norm–like the self-portrait you did in 6th grade art class.
I suppose I’ve been using the heads as poetic fodder for the Wordsworth’s “emotion recollected in tranquility…”
Or maybe I just think they’re weird and and am apparently weird myself to spend so much time musing on the whole thing…
Mar 9th 2005
i dig it. the explanation made the poem connect with me…”jagged ponds”, nice.
Mar 9th 2005
timmm…do you think maybe you could help britt post more often?
Mar 9th 2005
Its prodigious yet also supercilious, I don’t think it will go very far.
Mar 9th 2005
>>Scratched in the face like jagged ponds
Holding fishy thoughts and brackish ideas< <
How insensitive. Apparently you are not a fish empathy project manager type.
Mar 9th 2005
Ariel, you should know that I am on PETA’s mailing list of my own free will. I joined mainly to get the free stickers, but really, deep, deep in my heart I do empathize with fish.
Mike, welcome to the commment board, I’m glad the explanation helped you connect with the poem!
Liz, we’ll see what happens…
Andrew (Spud Roe): I summarily dismiss you superciliously for the supercilious bug that you profess to be.