Forum Poetry and Oppression!

[Aeon221]

http://www.guildwarsguru.com/forum/s...php?t=10231568

Originally Posted by upier

Which reminds me ....

Shoes.
Shoes.
Shoes.
OMG Shoes!
Let's get some shoes!
Let's get some shoes!
Let's get some shoes!
Let's get some shoes!
Shoes.
Shoes.
OMG Shoes.
Shoes.

These shoes rule.
These shoes suck.
These shoes suck!
These shoes suck!

Let's get some shoes.
Let's party!

Either Dadaism or the purest PoMo poem I've seen in a long time.

My God, I feel inspired! This petite critique is incredibly on topic. The format is reminiscent of the English sonnet, with its octave gentling introducing the problems of the material overfocus, and the sestet reminds us of the meaningless nature of our quest for the mundane. The off beat intro line "which reminds me ....". , with its brutal ellipsis is a brutal reminder of the nothingness that inhabited the prior discussion (one which was full of nothing new, a regurgitation along the same theme heard a million times before). The nothing in this thread spoke to the nothing in the author. The mantra of shoes, a pithy reference to fetishism (most famously Hemingway's obsession with hair, and another reference to the simplicity of form which fills this piece, not to mention Hemingway's later obsession with nothingness and depression) and consumerism's obsession with needless artefacts, represented here by the purchase of meaningless Guild Wars gold with equally meaningless (to a spiritual individual looking in from the outside) US Dollars.

The shocking interjection of "OMG shoes!" brings to mind the airheads of pop culture and California (specifically Paris Hilton), with the nothing in them epitomized by their usage of a deity they do not believe in as their method of calling for attention.

The repetitive "Lets get some shoes" reminds the reader that lives are meaningless unless enjoyed in groups, that our self esteem needs constant bulwarking against the twin fears of loneliness and irrelevance. The breaking of parallelism that occurs in the next iteration of "OMG shoes" reminds us that change is an ever present requirement of enjoyment in this PoMo world. It also reminds us of the transience of fads, a theme to be explored in the next stanza.

The sestet allows us the goal of our wandering in the octave. We have acquired the shoes, and discovered that their value was minimal. We enjoy them for but a single line. The poem ends with a call to a new moment -- the party.

Existing as it does in the everpresent moment, this poem is a beautiful dismissal of the pointless themes constantly cycling their way into, out of, and back into this forum. The forum is obsessed with a topic, covering it over and over again with brief, chirrupy, pointless posts. Upon attaining their objective, whatever it may be, the denizens quickly move onto the next meme, losing all interest in whatever it was that had held their attention so fully prior.

Truly, a damning rebuke and a perfect poem for the situation.


edit: hah mods, this time I saved my post in advance!

[Rexion]

i hope you know that is from kelly sulivan..... and your post is so long and too literary-observant that it bored me after 3 sentences

anyways....

[Divinitys Creature]

I'm amazed you could write so much about a poem that doesn't inspire any thought whatsoever for me besides I need a new pair of shoes.

[OI-812]

About the only poem I know is "There once was a sailor so crass, he had balls made out of brass, he'd clang 'em together, they'd play "Stormy Weather" and lightning would shoot out of his ass."

Better than that shoes shoes shoes crap...