Re: Appreciating/Chopping a Poem

sadananda (sada@anvil.nrl.navy.mil)
Wed, 5 Mar 1997 11:51:15 -0500


>
>     Friends:
>
>     Here is a poem I stumbled upon. Let us be
>     objective and criticize the poem. I have
>     deliberately chosen to post it as a work
>     by an anonymous unknown!
>
>     In appreciating the modern art, particularly
>     the post-impressionistic variety, I have learnt
>     that the artist's signature on the art work becomes
>     an integral part of the art work! It seems, even how
>     and where the piece gets exhibited, makes a difference.
>
>     I am not sure if the same 'theory' is valid in literature
>     and literary appreciation. True, if we know the author,
>     we either consciously or subconsciously tend to add
>     excess 'baggage' to the piece, that may or may not
>     be relevant!
>
>     The bottom line is this: Can a poem/a literary work
>     be objectively appreciated/criticized, irrespective
>     of the author?
>
>     __________________________________________________________
>
>     Cabbage and Carrot
>
>     One afternoon Cabbage visited Carrot
>     and found Carrot wearing something transparent.
>
>     "Oh, that looks quite fancy, that looks like fun.
>     But where are you off to in this cellophane?"
>
>     "You really think so?" blushed Carrot. "Well, I've..
>     Well, I've been invited tonight by the Knife.
>
>     And I've been invited-- please, don't get me wrong--
>     alone. I don't think I can bring you along."
>
>     "The Knife!" Cabbage shouted, disgusted. "Big deal!
>     Who cares for that cheap imitation steel?
>
>     I'm going out tonight too without you.
>     Two Spoons have invited myself for a stew."
>
>     ____________________________________________________________
>
>     Posted by:
>
>     Venkateswara Rao Veluri


With all due respects,

  I may be missing something -

 I could see nothing that tells me that this is a poem and not a prose.

Unless I am not thinking deep enough, I donot find anything that qualifies
this as a literary work.

Reminds of some modern art work that the artist has to come and explain for
understanding.

Unless carrots and cabbages are of one kind and the spoons that dig and the
knifes that cut are the other kind and the one who enjoys these carrots and
the cabbages with the knifes and the spoons are the third kind!  Strange
forks are missing!

Without bias, if this constitutes a literary work, my comments should also
be as much of a literary work and this piece.

This is an honest opinion.

Hari Om!

Sadananda