In this very recent
poem, Tate engages us on the topic of what constitutes poetry. It is interesting for
readers to discuss whether his concepts here might seem exclusive, on the one hand, and
dismissive of ordinary life experiences, on the other. Lines 36–43 introduce images that
reflect bizarre sorts of action, for many persons equate the unusual with the poetic. It
is not poetry, goes the poem’s argument, to place the statue of a rhinoceros next to the
tweezers, and perform ritualistic magical movements. It is also not poetic to have
cocktail parties and to do charity work, and to perform helpful acts for animals (the
baby squirrel) and for people with flat tires, no matter how good these acts might seem.
Monday, February 15, 2016
How strange are lines 35-45?
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