[stylist] Poem - "Oz" - Secondish Draft

[William L Houts]

HI Bridgit, One of my Favorite POet Ladies here:

I'm so glad you like this poem.  I've been meaning to write one about 
this stuff for a long time now, especially about Margaret Hamilton's 
priceless double take when Glinda suggests that a falling house might 
land on her.  It's hilarious and puts me in mind of the surprising 
notion that, on top of everything else, Margaret Hamilton had a flair 
for the comic.  Anyway, thank you so much.

Bill


light, it's raining witch hating houses. As for meaning, I take this two 
ways. I see it as a metaphor addressing homosexuality and the way people 
still treat gays. I also see it as a general metaphor addressing anyone 
deemed different, whether it be in appearance, religion, sexual 
orientation or anything else. I may be way off, but this is how I 
perceive the poem. Regardless, I love that you used Oz in any way, 
smile. Bridgit -----Original Message----- From: stylist 
[mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of William L Houts via 
stylist Sent: Tuesday, March 24, 2015 4:19 PM To: Writer's Division 
Mailing List Subject: [stylist] Poem - "Oz" - Secondish Draft Hi Blinks, 
Here's the first poem I've written in several weeks. I think it's 
readable, maybe a little better even than that. I've spent a couple of 
hours on it today, and may yet spend another few. But I think it might 
have legs enough to get off its Frankenstein table and walk around a 
bit, maybe throw a little girl or two into the lake. Your mileage may 
vary. Comments welcome, as always. --Bill --- Oz Not your stale film 
buff frames, the stuff which always gets mentioned in Garland powwows. 
The Lollipop Guild, the Lullabye League, the fallen house and the witch 
beneath it,her comic awful feet protruding like blackest slapstick. What 
gets me are moments telling tiny, like witch's double take, her 
frightened skyward glance when Glinda hints, loopy light, it's raining 
witch hating houses. Or the flight of buzzard monkeys, nightmare soaked, 
how one captures Toto,and springs into the air, a kite, convincing 
wingwise high. And the red brick road entwined, a skein of fate, with 
the yellow, the road for witches past their melting, the ones who wander 
marvelous to croak their cosmic plea: ah, what a world, what a world!


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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"