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[bliumchik]

I've got today off because it's the athletics carnival, and srsly who the hell is going to one of those two days before Assessment 3 starts up? Unfortunately I also woke up feeling crappy (read: crampy) so I'm taking some time to sit around and whine and drink tea before doing anything useful.

I'm reading a collection of Dylan Thomas poems for four-unit English, and this one is making me giggle and O.o:

THE MOLLS

I found them lying on the floor
Male shapes, girl-lipped, but clad like boys:
Night after night their hands implore
Emetic Percies for their joys.

They retch into my secret night
With stale and terrifying camp
And offer as the last delight
A crude, unhappy, anal cramp.

Gently they sigh to my behind
Wilde words, all buttered, badly bred
And when I dream of them I find
Peacockstain's poems on my bed.

...

Okay now because he's using an abab rhyme scheme I gather that he's trying to be funny, but.

Guys, is it just my slashy mind or is that right there a poem about feeling guilty for having gay wet dreams?

Comments

[cynicky.livejournal.com]

wtf mate?



icky

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

or is that right there a poem about feeling guilty for having gay wet dreams?

No, it's not just you. Sounds like a perfectly valid interpretation right there. Though there should be some sort of penalty for the last line of the second stanza. Urf.

Was never much for Thomas, myself.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

I got a huge book because I really loved Do No Go Gently into That Good Night and I have to study a few poets for reference. But, yeah, between the incomprehensible-out-of-context imagery (and by god this fellow loves birds) and the lack of any particular theme or rhyme (the former I can blame on th book's editor, of course) is a bit annoying. Turns out the villanelle was an exception and he prefers syllabic-count verse to metric.

Oh well, he's still got some good ones.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

*rhythm, not rhyme >_

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

He does have his moments, but I never thought he had as many of them as his obvious talent warranted.

Me, I was something of a pre-goth, and from New England, so naturally I gravitated toward the confessional poets. It didn't help that Sexton looked just like my mom (even the hair!) and Plath just like a classmate I had something of a crush (and later, a very...complicated relationship) with....

Turns out the villanelle was an exception

I believe the villanelle is always an exception. Or, God forbid, a sestina.

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

"And offer as the last delight
A crude, unhappy, anal cramp." 0_o

Yep, definitely slashy. :D

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

Uh, I don't know about your slashy mind, but I can't fathom any other way to take that poem...

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Methinks it's not your slashy mind. That, or the slashy, it is infectious.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Hurray, you aten't ded!

[shortgeekfreak.livejournal.com]

O.o

I thought it was about a whorehouse. But your interperetation is of course valid if you can present... um... textual evidence.