This is a small poetry club that started as a poetry email exchange between two friends. Our goal is to read a poem everyday, and this blog is one way to help keep us accountable. There is only one valid rule in poetry club: there are no rules in poetry club. Read any poem, in any order, with any or no interactions. You decide. We only suggest you read poetry!
Kind of a disturbing idea, a hook in the eye, one of our greatest sensory organs. This would probably cause severe damage to vision which builds on the fitness of their match.
The most interesting part to me is that we don't know anything about either of the characters in the poem. What if the narrator is a serial killer and the second person is a detective, that wouldn't be that great of a fit.
I always enjoy Atwood's perspective. Remembering her feministic views of the world, I can only imagine that this is a nice stab at the world of men in one way or another. The pain, the freedom of the open eyes and both merging into one. Something man-made and designed to kill affecting something so natural as open vision, freedom.
What a great dissimile!
ReplyDeleteKind of a disturbing idea, a hook in the eye, one of our greatest sensory organs. This would probably cause severe damage to vision which builds on the fitness of their match.
The most interesting part to me is that we don't know anything about either of the characters in the poem. What if the narrator is a serial killer and the second person is a detective, that wouldn't be that great of a fit.
A dissimile- how very interesting.
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy Atwood's perspective. Remembering her feministic views of the world, I can only imagine that this is a nice stab at the world of men in one way or another. The pain, the freedom of the open eyes and both merging into one. Something man-made and designed to kill affecting something so natural as open vision, freedom.