Please have this young poet read this poem and record it and post it on your website as either an audio recording or a video! It begs to be heard/seen. I can already hear/see the distance and numbness and noble American resignation/defeat in this young man's voice. (I can also hear/see his parenthetical voice being conversational, avuncular, ripe with sarcazm and unintended meaning.)
I sense a long career in this restless and still developing writer. I'm glad the Stranger furthered his career with a Genie...
"This week, for the first time in our history, The Stranger is publishing a poem"? How could you have forgetten Sam Mickens' sestina or whatever it was from the last Regrets issue? I haven't laughed so hard in ages.
@frasier- your sincerity is adorable atop your obvious obliviousness. The guy's already a "famous poet". Well, he's as big as any Native's gotten yet, and as far as we can tell right now, that's as far as any Indian's ever going.
@ Bun Yes, I know that, I too am a Seattle local and lifetime resident. What is your point in stating that? I still think Sherman Alexie can do better than publishing new work in The Stranger, unless this is part of an attempt by The Stranger to raise the level of content in its pages.
I love the poems, but are the parenthetical comments really necessary? Yes, they fill out the page, but they destroy the natural succinctness of the form, and any sense of mystery or myth. Love you, Sherman.
How in the world can you people be discussing left brain math and technical minutia in a totally right brain creative effort. What do you mean gotcha - When someone is creating from the soul - technicalities should be dumped so the soul can listen. Did you even listen, do you have a soul to listen with?
I am an ardent fan of Sherman Alexie and old enuf to be his grandmother. I read the Stranger every chance I get, it isn't very available where I live, so mostly get to read it in Seattle. Thanks so much for this wonderful poem. Ive learned where this approach came from and enjoyed the poetry. Thanks to the Stranger.
I just enjoyed them, even if they aren't perfect in how many sYllables, a welcome change from that blather about the sonics, a reminder of what it is to be human/fallible.
i clicked on this but somehow missed the fact that it was an alexie poem...halfway through i thought 'this sounds like alexie...' then got to the bottom.
Dudes, I'm glad you like the poems. But Sherman Alexie isn't some up-and-coming young schmuck. He's, like, an institution of contemporary American literature.
If my words would fail me in this task
of bringing you close to me, to my arms
then I fear that I would lose all interest
in words. I would put aside this hobby
of writing sonnet after sonnet, no
more late night scribbling could give my heart hope
and the world would never know of me.
So if you are bad news then I'm the worst.
If you think you're no good, you're not the first.
Come fold yourself into my arms again;
I don't care if you have another man.
You could slip me money, discreetly and
I would be your happy whore. If we're to
meet again I cannot leave you unkissed.
I'm not concerned about the faithfulness to Fibonacci’s principal, I just don’t see how it adds anything to the poem. True, it provided him a framework within which to work (like sonnets or haiku) but the structure should never over-power the content. Alexie didn’t do that, exactly, but he let his prose overpower the whole piece. It wasn’t a poem, it wasn’t 6 poems. It was prose, competently written, with a gimmick of syllables and rhymes (numbered for no good reason) as a header.
Dear Stranger, unfreeze your hell, you haven’t published a poem yet.
@mybong'snameissherman
I get your crit of the prose addition to the piece, but think of it this way. How much more did you appreciate Tintern Abbey when you realize Wordsworth's dedication of it to his sister, and its relevance to the burgeoning Romantic movement. Did knowing that Kubla Khan was inspired by opium or that Allen Ginsburg was gay before you read the material lessen their respective merits?
Also, being completely unfamiliar with the poet above, my first reading with the prose led me to doubt the veracity of the parenthetical additions. I thought it added subtlety, especially to something like the constrained poetic form which might otherwise have felt a little flat. Eh...
Sherman that was fantastic. I loved it. All of it.
To the peanut gallery: 1) Sherman is not a "young" or "developing" writer. 2) the Fibonacci sequence here is completely accurate. 3) The parenthetical parts are wonderful.. and it's still a poem if the creator of the work says it's a poem (check a dictionary) so.. 4) Layla shut the fuck up with your smug self.
@your name here
I never knew Kubla Khan was inspired by opium. Now I know, and now when I read the poem, the experience has been permanently altered. Not for the better, or worse, just different. Poems "work" through interaction with the reader, so why taint the reader with information which they could easily infer, either correctly or incorrectly, or gather for themselves?
@mybongsnameissherman
point, I guess in the end it's the whole wine debate... So, what is the best kind of wine? Well? It's the kind you like.
Oh yeah, and Coleridge purportedly jotted down K. Khan after a nod session. He wanted (if I'm remembering right) to convey the utter ectasy and emotional joy that the dream inspired in him so it wouldn't slip away.
Those Romantics...
Please have this young poet read this poem and record it and post it on your website as either an audio recording or a video! It begs to be heard/seen. I can already hear/see the distance and numbness and noble American resignation/defeat in this young man's voice. (I can also hear/see his parenthetical voice being conversational, avuncular, ripe with sarcazm and unintended meaning.)
I sense a long career in this restless and still developing writer. I'm glad the Stranger furthered his career with a Genie...
Thank you!
number of words per line:
1 1 2 2 4
should be:
1 1 2 3 5
gotcha!
If you're gonna start publishing poems, how about some Jorie Graham or Louise Gluck???
But I'm curious about the text in between the poems. The paragraphs sound as if they are reflections by the poet, but.... daughters?
Just enjoy it. It's already there.
Please turn up the heat on the rape of forgiveness.
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Find
Those few lines
Were for the pale and weak of mind.
I read that mild tripe, taste bile,
I double-bend, retch, and puke butterflies
sorry a-lex-ie.
poo-poo
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santafepea
i love.
If my words would fail me in this task
of bringing you close to me, to my arms
then I fear that I would lose all interest
in words. I would put aside this hobby
of writing sonnet after sonnet, no
more late night scribbling could give my heart hope
and the world would never know of me.
So if you are bad news then I'm the worst.
If you think you're no good, you're not the first.
Come fold yourself into my arms again;
I don't care if you have another man.
You could slip me money, discreetly and
I would be your happy whore. If we're to
meet again I cannot leave you unkissed.
Dear Stranger, unfreeze your hell, you haven’t published a poem yet.
Kudos!
I'm ready for more.
ran
in fear
of the day
that he would go way
I get your crit of the prose addition to the piece, but think of it this way. How much more did you appreciate Tintern Abbey when you realize Wordsworth's dedication of it to his sister, and its relevance to the burgeoning Romantic movement. Did knowing that Kubla Khan was inspired by opium or that Allen Ginsburg was gay before you read the material lessen their respective merits?
Also, being completely unfamiliar with the poet above, my first reading with the prose led me to doubt the veracity of the parenthetical additions. I thought it added subtlety, especially to something like the constrained poetic form which might otherwise have felt a little flat. Eh...
To the peanut gallery: 1) Sherman is not a "young" or "developing" writer. 2) the Fibonacci sequence here is completely accurate. 3) The parenthetical parts are wonderful.. and it's still a poem if the creator of the work says it's a poem (check a dictionary) so.. 4) Layla shut the fuck up with your smug self.
"Layla shut the fuck up with your smug self"
I never knew Kubla Khan was inspired by opium. Now I know, and now when I read the poem, the experience has been permanently altered. Not for the better, or worse, just different. Poems "work" through interaction with the reader, so why taint the reader with information which they could easily infer, either correctly or incorrectly, or gather for themselves?
point, I guess in the end it's the whole wine debate... So, what is the best kind of wine? Well? It's the kind you like.
Oh yeah, and Coleridge purportedly jotted down K. Khan after a nod session. He wanted (if I'm remembering right) to convey the utter ectasy and emotional joy that the dream inspired in him so it wouldn't slip away.
Those Romantics...
LATIN?
C(U)M DUMP
OH SILLY NATIVE
I WANT TO HEAR MORE
ABOUT BASKETBALL, HEAT-DEATH OF SONICS, AND LOVE.
And so is Liz.
Just like most of his writings. Pure poo-poo.
Whats even more sadder are the people who eat it up.
Like the rates it charges just to hear more of it's worthless poo-poo.
God save these naive souls.
A little poem I call "White can see right"
I didn't want it enough.