[stylist] Poem - "Oz" - Secondish Draft

[Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter]

Bill,

Being a Ozaphile and obsessed with Judy Garland, I like that you use these
as topics and metaphors. In particular, I like the lines:

The Lollipop Guild, the Lullabye League, the fallen house and the witch
beneath it,her comic awful feet protruding like blackest slapstick. 

And

like witch's double take, her frightened skyward glance when Glinda hints,
loopy 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
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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!

-- 


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








-- 


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


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