tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post2549643725543254780..comments2024-03-29T05:15:20.833-04:00Comments on The Storialist: It is in the KnifeHannah Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-2303400638453388982010-05-23T20:23:18.139-04:002010-05-23T20:23:18.139-04:00I like this poem a lot. It is both compelling and...I like this poem a lot. It is both compelling and creepy in a good way. Notably, "the impulse to cut" -- I know a kid (very young) who is a cutter. Many layers of substance/issues/emotion there...as with this poem.*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-23556775501407648832010-05-23T19:51:06.429-04:002010-05-23T19:51:06.429-04:00The "impulse to cut" part is indicative ...The "impulse to cut" part is indicative of foreboding. I recall the time the hairdresser cut my hair too short for my liking, and I maybe had the impulse to <i>reap all the hair from his head</i>. ;)<br /><br />Hannah in scary-writer mode? I like. Cheers.S.L. Corsuahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10299376651709536034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-7790854314940172412010-05-21T13:44:27.635-04:002010-05-21T13:44:27.635-04:00I love this poem! I liked when it got to the part ...I love this poem! I liked when it got to the part about thehair...for some reason I was not expecting that. ;)Wilsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12315386252214690807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-36560489384628441462010-05-20T14:26:49.937-04:002010-05-20T14:26:49.937-04:00Some of what is great about this poem: You slowly...Some of what is great about this poem: You slowly build to a complication of words which can be difficult to pull off--or recover from in the couplet that mentions multiplication, but you turn on a dime with the word stuff, which is sorta funny to me in a certain way, and a change of the pacing from that point on. Then stuff sorta internally rhymes with the next line's 'cut.' Then there's all the breathy sounds of 'h' later in the poem: hay, hair, head, hangs.<br /><br />Sorry. Sometimes I fawn over form.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com