This Savage Life
By Ewan
Thu, 09 Oct 2008
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No war-paint or feathers here:
no anthropological
signifiers; rite-of-
passage cicatrices.
No bloodied knives or hands.
Scant nobility,
merely uncivilised
disregard for others'
raw sensibilities:
greedy satisfaction
of every want - at the
expense of every need.
Every one-day love
turned to jetsam, just
to keep oneself afloat.
We low self-esteemers-
with our carapace built
of faux-exuberance-
are failed young cannibals.
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A comment on knife-crime? I
A comment on knife-crime?
I like the imagery, the idea of having 'failed'.
Striking, yet abstract.
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Absolutely loved this - and
Permalink Submitted by littleditty on
Absolutely loved this - and there is rite of passage in this write, so there - its about older wiser failed young cannibals, and flows a treat - youth is wasted on the young anyway, right? Right. :o)
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I loved it too...and don't
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I loved it too...and don't think it's impenetrable at all...I empathised completely and liked the wryness of it.
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My God I never try to
My God I never try to analyse why I write really. I only know that it has helped me through some tough times and it gets rid of a lot of crap that builds up inside me. I think I would die if I couldn't write whether or not it's judged good or bad by my peers. I liked the poem by the way, it took a couple of reads and I still wasn't too sure but I got there in the end and anyway half the fun is putting one's own interpretation on someone else's poem . Val x
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