The Hunting Lodge
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Pasted to the wall like so many trophiesEyes 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…
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…
i dig it. the explanation made the poem connect with me…”jagged ponds”, nice.
timmm…do you think maybe you could help britt post more often?
Its prodigious yet also supercilious, I don’t think it will go very far.
>>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.
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.