The Arts in NYC

Nothing less than impressive.

“The great poet, in writing himself, writes his time.” —T.S. Eliot

Wow, that’s an impressive poem.

I read the poem twice and I couldn’t figure out who it was for? IT seems like it’s a reflection on Holly’s and my personality.

I think Holly’s character in the book was unique. At first glance I thought that she was an attention seeking immoral woman. But the more you read into it, she doesn’t seem that immoral. I mean she does sleep around, but her character has a personality, not just another woman who sleeps around. Additionally, she was like the girl that few could have, yet everyone dreamed about. Which is another part that impressed me about the poem. She reminds me of a geisha, who in Japanese culture is a woman who is there to make interesting conversation with men, and please them just by talking to them.

“Like A Freckle, / I can’t help but notice you. / Her in that little black dress, / It’s sure to make any gent’s heart stop a beat.”

Which leads me to my next point, this poem also comments on my personality as a person. I love the next whole passage.

“If I was in that cab with you. / I’d spill my heart to you, / And that would be the only thing I let out. / With my pen, / I can make your knees go weak. / With my lips, / I can make your heart skip a beat. / But knowing me, / I’d walk out of the cab. / I’m better with a pen. /”

As a writer myself, (maybe crappy, but writer nonetheless) I always write about how things make me feel, yet in more occasions than one, I have regretted not taking the steps I should have. And it’s amazing how many times you can play the scenario in your head, about what you are going to do, but in the end, you still do nothing.