Monday, February 11, 2008

from sand creek

This poem is incredibly postmodern. I first noticed the fragmentation of the story. Each line is carefully placed, separately from the rest. There is no system to the placing of the lines. Its sparatic and follows no grammical rules. The story as a whole is also simply about nothing. The setting is at the salvation army where the author states he was "wandering among old spoons and knives, sweaters and shoes." The author also states that he doesn't have a life. he says,"i couldnt have stolen anything; my life was stolen already." he states that his life is not his own, that it was stolen from him.

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