We wrote a lot of poetry this past week, and it was the very first day, as we were just observing and recording, that I realised: an unsettling number of my thoughts about things are just references to other things that I've seen, but most often to what I've read. It was a bit depressing really. But then I remembered that Mumford and Sons' song "Sigh No More" is largely stolen from Much Ado About Nothing, and my professor, Ed Higgins, reminded me that, "Bad poets imitate; good poets steal." So I sat down Monday night and wrote this. I hope you enjoy it, and if you can figure out all of the references without cheating and looking them up, maybe you'll win a prize.
The Plagiarist: An Original Poem
They say it is nothing to worry about
That it is a gift, this tendency of mine to be reminded.
I watch and see only recognizable things.
I listen and hear only familiar sounds.
Everything is a reminder of something else.
Everything is a reference, a quote, an allusion.
They say it is good that I remember the things that I do.
And perhaps they’re right.
Perhaps I should think to barbarically yawp
As each leaf of grass blows in the wind.
Maybe it is right that as I slice bread with a knife,
I remember the crystal goblet and also the wine.
And who wouldn’t recall damned spots as she washes her hands?
But it feels as though I am just one of the thousand
Thousand fruit to touch, to take in hand.
It feels as though there is always a fly buzzing
In the room where I lie down to die.
It feels as though I am only watching a garden bloom from a window,
Seeing bees fumbling the flowers,
Sitting inside, naming the parts of a gun.
I plan on providing a recap of Wellington sometime over the weekend. Stay tuned!
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