13 de jul. de 2012

I Dislike Chilled Soups

I dislike chilled soups

as a general rule

for you I'll gladly make an exception

given your penchant for assassination



As a general rule

I sleep only on Thursdays

Given your penchant for assassination

I'll give up even this small pleasure



I sleep only on Thursdays

Such is the limit of my wit

I'll give up even this small pleasure

a tax levied on my very existence



Such is the limit of my wit

A vaster corral would require too much effort

a tax levied on my very existence

equal to 150 pounds of flesh



A vaster corral would require too much effort

I am unaccustomed to mental labor

equal to 150 pounds of flesh

a calculation foreign to my nature



I am unaccustomed to mental labor

I dislike chilled soups

a calculation foreign to my nature

For you I'll gladly make an exception

2 comentarios:

Clarissa dijo...

And this poem works for me only if I rap it. It's a really good rap.

Have you ever blogged about what a writer feels when hearing an analysis of his own work? Is it the same kind of feeling as when you read reviews of your academic writing? Or is it more personal?

Jonathan dijo...

I haven't blogged about that. I imagine in a way that the analysis wouldn't be all that interesting to most writers. It is flattering to have one's work attended to, but the pay off for most writers is not academic analysis.