| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 07/28/06 at 10:57 PM what a magnificent piece! you've woven the poetic elements so deeply that i didn't realize i was reading poetry! this is beautiful! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/29/06 at 02:24 PM I agree with the other comments. A truly remarkable capture of humanity, both in its vocabulary and construction. I think we all have our own version of Plastic Man living nearby, which makes this poem so easy to relate to and benefit from. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/31/06 at 07:48 PM This is such a wonderful narrative in poetic form. I love the story I "seen" in my mind. We had one of these guys also, "Bicycle Bill" was his name. He sang me a song once and it has rooted deeply in my memory, strange how some stay. |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 08/01/06 at 03:45 AM This is simply an awsome piece. My job used to take me to the local mental hospital complex. It like a whole community of set aparts going about their daily routine. |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 08/04/06 at 04:37 PM tip-top flow! Reminds me of the old Arrested Development song "Mr Wendal". There's a black guy like that in our town. He's tall, skinny, always on foot going who knows where. And going by outward appearances he seems very gay. Awesome Kristina. |
| Posted by Peter Humphreys on 08/04/06 at 09:06 PM This is beautifully observed and beautifully written, Kristina. Thank you. Its message is really important too. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/04/06 at 09:59 PM What a keen observation... indeed, MANY lessons here. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/05/06 at 02:18 AM Love it Kris, very well done....Charlie |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 08/06/06 at 02:22 AM Some great observations so well described. Reminds me of someone here locally. As always I try not to judge but such is human nature that we do - even without knowing the roads that have been travelled by those we observe. Great piece! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/08/06 at 05:20 PM Hi Kristina. Complex aspect of todays world that you've made compehendible with poetics. Well done, I say. And..."covered in plasticity" is to understate things, a very insightful line. Just excellent. Again. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/17/06 at 03:27 AM Is it they themselves who set themselves apart or the majority who set them apart? You ruled this poem so perfectly ... right ... down ... to ... the ... final ... last ... words. Fantastic, Kristina. This is a piece of work which should be read by all and posted on a barren wall in every city and country town. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/26/07 at 11:47 PM A perfect example of what poetry can achieve - aesthetically pleasing in both form and presentation, this is discomfortingly comfortable to read, transforming what might have been a mundane subject into an entertaining read, one which also allows us to reflect on ourselves and our assumptions, without attempting to leave us feeling guilt-stricken or morally corrupt - which, of course, I habitually do :) Meticulously brilliant work Kristina. |
| Posted by Don Matley on 09/07/07 at 09:27 PM I found this poem so very enjoyable. Very entertaining to read aloud. Every one of us have known such charcters as your plastic man.
Excellent work. Kudos. |
| Posted by David Hill on 12/30/08 at 12:38 AM This is a fine observation. We have a woman in town that is virtually identical to your Plastic Man. She is known as Whoopi, because she resembles Whoopi Goldberg. I live in a town of 200,000, but I see her all the time, year after year.
The Set Apart are fascinating because, for whatever reason, they do not mimic the cultural model. Thanks for writing of one such separatist in a poem.
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| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/13/09 at 10:48 PM So thrilled to find this. I am in love with it. Your insight pours out of every pore; I wish to pliff my pen into your thick healthy ink, I do. |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 08/19/09 at 10:07 AM Great poem. I think back no to the places I have lived and in each one I can remember someone who was set apart. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 04/23/10 at 04:33 AM this is very cool, glad it's POD! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/23/10 at 04:12 PM ...kristina, i so loved this lovely piece...i was init, i was it...not the set-apart person but we had our similar old man...and a black one that rode a bike, Harold, the other old man we didn't know but we pestered with a drive-by: "GO HOME OLD MAN!!!, now i wait for that moment, when someone yells that at me...i'll have to laugh...sorry fot the length but i absolutely was in the 9th grade again. cool write. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/23/10 at 04:23 PM An oldie; but nonetheless, very brilliant piece. Congrats on POTD! A wonderful choice. This is a great example of what poetry should be. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/23/10 at 04:45 PM Congratulations on poem of the day Kris. Well earned |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 04/23/10 at 11:09 PM It is a privilege to read you. Always. Congratulations on this unique POTD. |
