About 'If You Laugh'
From: Quincunx [email@example.com]
Oh! Oh! I think everybody saw something entirely different in this! That's so cool!
Smitty: Yes! Exactly! I do think making other people happy makes Bobby happy! I know it makes me happy ... we're simple people, Bobby and I, all we need is happy people ... and icecream.
Icyhugs: I wasn't even thinking that, but it is there now that I look ... any person living a secret needs a shield. Humor is Bobby's.
I'm glad you guys liked it, I'm glad I made Kerrie sniffle ... Oh, wait, that sounds mean ... I had to fight the urge to run outside, accost total srangers, and anounce, "Kerrie Smith said my poem was 'very Bobby'!! Isn't that cool!?"
Thanks Zil! I think any time either of us says 'Pendleton' now the other is going to laugh...
This 'everybody saw something different' thing made me think of this other poem I wrote a loooong time ago. In a highschool literature class-we had to read a poem and then we had an experts analysis of the poem. Afterwords we had a basic 'fill in the blanks' quiz about the poems meaning...but I disagreed with the essay about the poem. So, instead, I wrote a poem about the poem and turned it in. Got in trouble too..I was a difficult and fickle student...
Anyway it went like this:
Tell me the meaning, is the teacher's request
There was more, but I've forgotten it. The last line was 'Isn't it sad how we have condemned poetry to reason?'
I gotta try and dig the rest up some time.
All the teacher wanted was nice simple students...
I write poetry for poetries sake. If anybody tried to do an in depth expert analysis of one of my poems, and pin down a single meaning, I would think they were insane. Every poem has a thousand meanings ... some may have been intended, some may have been subconscious, others might not have occurred to the poet at all. At least, that's what I think 8) It's one of the reasons I love poetry.
The rest is my Dad's fault. He writes poetry all the time. I'm used to finding scraps of poetry pressed between the pages of a book or scrawled in old notebooks and forgotten sketchpads. The house we lived in when I was little had the inscription:
"Sated, the fat tiger sleeps under the stair.
over the stairwell 'cuz my dad got bored with a permanent marker once.
Quincunx, whose favorite poem is Edgar Allan Poe's "The Bells", even though I dislike most of Poe's other work.