Funny, Myron, the proximity of your poem to Ouyang Yu's. Your poem reminded me of his...
LISTENING TO THE CHINESE AUDIENCE
After I finished reading At don bank museum In napier street, north Sydney That cost me 18 bucks to taxi to From soho galleries In cathedral street That had cost me 20-odd minutes in my search This Chinese woman stood up in the audience And spoke:
Your poetry is so dark, depressive So pessimistic Poetry is meant to be enlightening, uplifting It should be beautiful, about beautiful things Life already misery enough You should give us some light, more light With your poetry You should, in a word Write something to make us feel better About ourselves, about the world around us You should avoid using abusive language
She kept talking without giving me a chance to Defend, offend, myself So I stood there, in front of the listening audience Watching the light burning With smoke on a standing lamp Which drew everyone’s attention But hers Finally, I said To myself Looking around the well-lit poetry reading room And well-lit faces “there is enough light outside my book”
Funny, Myron, the proximity of your poem to Ouyang Yu's. Your poem reminded me of his...
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After I finished reading
At don bank museum
In napier street, north Sydney
That cost me 18 bucks to taxi to
From soho galleries
In cathedral street
That had cost me 20-odd minutes in my search
This Chinese woman stood up in the audience
And spoke:
Your poetry is so dark, depressive
So pessimistic
Poetry is meant to be enlightening, uplifting
It should be beautiful, about beautiful things
Life already misery enough
You should give us some light, more light
With your poetry
You should, in a word
Write something to make us feel better
About ourselves, about the world around us
You should avoid using abusive language
She kept talking without giving me a chance to
Defend, offend, myself
So I stood there, in front of the listening audience
Watching the light burning
With smoke on a standing lamp
Which drew everyone’s attention
But hers
Finally, I said
To myself
Looking around the well-lit poetry reading room
And well-lit faces
“there is enough light
outside my book”