- The Ogre, Life - by NekhbetSun

2D • Atmosphere/Mood • posted on May 10, 2007

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Howdy Howdy All You Cool People ! Today's post was created with one of my favorite poetry books in mind, Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters. Spoon River Anthology,is a collection of unusual, short, free-form poems that collectively describe the life of the fictional small town of Spoon River, named after the real Spoon River that ran near Masters' hometown. The collection includes two hundred and twelve separate characters, all providing two-hundred forty-four soliloquies. Each poem is an epitaph of a dead citizen, delivered by the dead themselves. They speak about the sorts of things one might expect. Some recite their histories and turning points, others make observations of life from the outside, and petty ones complain of the treatment of their graves, while few tell how they really died. Speaking without reason to lie or fear the consequences, they construct a picture of life in their town that is shorn of all facades. Info from wikipedia Robert Fulton Tanner If a man could bite the giant hand That catches and destroys him As I was bitten by a rat While demonstrating my patent trap, In my hardware store that day. But a man can never avenge himself On the monstrous ogre Life. You enter the room - that's being born; And then you must live - work out your soul, Aha ! the bait that you crave is in view; A woman with money you want to marry, Prestige, place, or power in the world. But there's work to do and things to conquer - Oh, yes ! the wires that screen the bait. At last you get in - but you hear a step: The ogre, Lifecomes into the room, (He was waiting and heard the clang of the spring) To watch you nibble the wondrous cheese, And stare with his burning eyes at you, And scowl and laugh, and mock and curse you, Running up and down in the trap, Until your misery bores him. * * * Y'all have a great day and thanks to all of you for comments and faves...I'll get around to everyone...pwomise :o) I'm just an inveterate slowpoke ! ~ Love & Hugs ~ * Mina * Brush Credits : pretty brush.deviantart.com Photo Credit: stock xchng

Comments (57)

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childoflightdesigns

7:28PM | Thu, 10 May 2007

I have to agree you have a brilliant EYE ! Bravo !

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boris0317

8:11PM | Thu, 10 May 2007

...he must be quite bored...masterful, Dear Mina..

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npauling

8:49PM | Thu, 10 May 2007

Your artwork really suits the poem and is very creative. Excellent work.

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three_grrr

9:51PM | Thu, 10 May 2007

Fantastic "translation" of the poem .. you do it so awesomely!!

ARTWITHIN

10:03PM | Thu, 10 May 2007

Excellent composition and design, Mina. Sounds like an interesting book for a time I have abundance of humor. I think it must be fascinating. Hugs, Suzanne

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