I am having a lot of fun with this poetry. The disemination of the poem is like something out of Mary Shelly* biology. We use statements and questions like scalpels to try to look deeper into the poem. The stench of it rises to our minds through the olifactory senses of our eyes as we pick out microscopic details. Then as if imbued with God like powers of healing we reassemble the poem and see it the same but somehow differently as if we have added an extra leg or arm. The reality is it is the poem that has added another eye to our minds and the poem stays the same.
Mary Shelley (1818) "Frankenstein"
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Hi, Rob. I like your discussion of reading poetry. Reading is like creation because we create a version of the poem in our minds. I like that you've compared this to Frankenstein's monster. Perhaps some readings are monstrous, but all of them definitely have a life of their own! Nancy
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