Monday, June 27, 2005

Gary Sange's Dissatisfied Urn


What's up with these 70s poets and their deadly-flat lines? Did someone tell these people to avoid sounding musical at all cost? Is the goal for the poem to be so lifeless and boring that it countered the extravagance of the decade? The only effort at anything resembling lyricism here is "I stare / into the steaming dark I sip / and still cannot exhaust your urn." No wonder Sange and his wife broke up--If the dude couldn't exhaust my urn, I would have dumped him too. Oh wait, he's talking about his coffee cup, and he's the one who dumped her.... my bad. But for truly awful writing, try this "The cacti / on the windowsill / will need water / in three more days." May the Gods of poetry smite Sange down for such lameness. May Adam Hardin be your best reader! My Todd Swift design your website! And may your sideburns eat your chin! Use this thread to either a) curse Gary Sange and the poem he rode in on or b) attempt to write an even flatter stanza than the one I just quoted.

14 Comments:

Blogger Ginger Pennebaker said...

When I made pumpkins grow big
in the patch
of land my wife's dad had got for cheap
he said to me, "Son, you'll make
a great farmer
some day."
And me and my wife rode
out on a mule
into the dark sunset.
This was in
Arkansas
before I can remember anything
much.

5:50 PM, June 27, 2005  
Anonymous midnightscholar said...

When I declared
I was going to the store,
you asked me
to pick up some coffee.

It is late now
and hours since I went
to the store; I stare
into your steaming eyes

Like great brown urns
of double mocha espresso
as you lift your empty cup
and place it in my hand

To make me feel your yearning.
Again, I rehearse
your last instructions
and feel I cannot exhaust them --

I await the thirst
that makes us stay awake
forever.

10:41 AM, June 28, 2005  
Blogger bill blood said...

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I farted
It woke me up
I stare into the steaming dark

11:14 AM, June 28, 2005  
Blogger Snark said...

Nice one, M Scholar

12:19 PM, June 28, 2005  
Anonymous midnightscholar said...

Thanks, Snark -- always happy to oblige an invitation to snark (especially when it's well-deserved).

2:43 PM, June 28, 2005  
Blogger Ginger Pennebaker said...

So why did the Sange's partner make him break-up coffee? I know the Seventies were wierd but that's ridiculous. What's wrong w/ break-up sex? Also, what's with cacti needing H2O? I thought the whole point of cacti was that they didn't (much). Obviously the poet & partner shared a strange fluid fetish - maybe that's what kept them together in the first place. The repressed reek of alcoholism lurks in the background...

6:08 PM, June 28, 2005  
Blogger Ginger Pennebaker said...

Oh, I meant to say "The subliminal stench of drunkardhood looms in the mirror."

(Ginger, too, fancies her schnapps now and again).

[Death, the Tlonian philosophers say, is followed upon closely by the Great Double-Entendre Party in the Sky].

6:18 PM, June 28, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Some of those Jackasses over at foetry.com are right. William Carlos Williams' plain speech style is lame, and it gets even worse when it's written by third intensity characters that couldn't hold down a job

1:57 PM, June 30, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just think... absolutely no one will remember you losers.

12:10 AM, August 04, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sange is one of the most beautiful humans and poets I've ever met. He's a professor at my college, and the man has one of the sharpest minds you could imagine. He loves language and poetry and maybe you all should just enjoy it for what it is. And by the way- he and his wife have been married for years, they still are, with 2 wonderful children, grandchildren, and a beautiful life.

1:19 PM, September 17, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Where did you find this little poem of Gary's?

I'm curious. He's a wonderful person, even though a little nutty. We (his students) embrace that aspect of him :)

-Sheena
despina110@yahoo.com

3:31 PM, October 05, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The only elements
that might make Sange's
"poem"
poetry
are the line
breaks

which add in

unexpected and unnecessary
pauses pretending to be
pregnant with meaning

but which are in fact
pompous.

I had Sange when I was a freshman at VCU for Contemporary American Literature, and he put himself on the syllabus. We spent two hours and forty minutes discussing his own poetry. Isn't that a bit arrogant?

7:29 PM, November 14, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If ANY of you think that Gary Sange is less than a genious, then you are all idiots. He has a true way of tapping into what's true, and what's magical, without being anything less than himself. I've been in his class, and I can honestly say that this man is more than most people will ever hope to be.

7:46 PM, March 09, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Of course your a genious, Gary. Now lay off the God Damned coffee!

3:01 AM, May 09, 2007  

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