I have an angry love poem I've never posted here because I thought it was a little too sharp. BUT having read the anger poems being posted by women on Fictionaut recently, I now think it's too tame.
Way to go, women!
J.A. , I've been noticing this, too. I have a weird relationship with anger, as my brief but illuminating time in therapy taught me. Poetry( and maybe microfiction) is a good place to put anger, not just for women, of course, although women have to learn some new language sometimes to be able to express it well. Maybe music is an even better place to put it. ( getting an urge to kick an amp,:) )
You got me thinking now...
@J.A.
Anger, aggression, viciousness, revenge and blood-letting are all wonderful motivators....
if they result in ART.
Carol, if we could harness the suppressed anger of women worldwide, we'd be able to fuel all the electrical appliances on earth for 1000 years. Maybe we should get on stage, scream poetry and kick an amp. Or toss a table. Hey, let's use "kicking an amp" as a code in comments instead of *.
Zlatko, as long as it stays on paper...
I went through an anger poems period several years ago. Maybe I'll have another look at them. I found writing all that venom down didn't purge it like I'd hoped it would so I just stopped. Nowadays, I'm pretty mellow.
Words are a lot like razors, except they cut from the inside out. A lot cleaner than the real thing (read: won't stain the carpet) but every bit as effective.
Charlotte, writing has never been therapeutic for me either.
James, not too sure about that.
J.A. I've got scars on my body that just don't hurt anymore. Can't say the same for my heart.
But you're still alive, man.
Be as angry as you want.
We're all angry.
We're all wasps on fire.
Just be good.
Male/Female/Female/Male lashing out at each other serves nothing
unless it rises above the M/F thang into anger at God and even that is (stupid).
Female anger is not "empowering."
Male anger is not "ordained."
It's all Mommy/Daddy doo-wah, this sexist thing.
We're all in the same boat.
We all gonna die.
I'm angry at every car that isn't mine.
Hi, Misti! I want to live in a state with a 22-character personalized license plate: I'D RATHER BE TEACHING.
In workshop with Jim Robison in early 1991 after we had returned from winter break, I said during the cig break mid-workshop (outdoors) that I thought I was writing "angry porn," and Jim said, "Bring it in." I didn't end up bringing it in until some time later, a different workshop, Fiction Forms, also taught by Jim, and offered it to Tom Williams for the collaboration exercise. Tom extended the story 16 pages. Years later, I remembered approximately how Tom had extended it but was unable to find it in my files. I slightly revised and recast the story called "Cousin," published in Submodern Fiction, volume 1, in 2003. I'll relink it here at Fictionaut today. I found Tom's narrative extension after the story was published and was glad it had not been physically stolen from my apartment.
J.A. Pak (continued), Put it up!
Here is my link to my story, "Cousin":
I'll add that I had never been as pissed off while writing a story as I had been while writing "Cousin," and I felt unsure whether the anger had negatively affected the quality of the story. It is scarcely "porn" as I realized later.
"I'm angry at every car that isn't mine."
I'm angry at potatoes and green beans.
They really piss me off.
(though I secretly love them...but don't tell 'em!)
Black beans get a break. I don't know why. It's their skin, I guess, their willingness to dissolve into almost any dish.
Might be the authority figure I latched onto in me early childhood who gave me permission to exist in my own kitchen, without which...
well, I might be angry at black beans too.
Ann, thanks for the link. I'm so intrigued by the idea of angry porn. Looking forward to reading it. And I think I will put the poem up.
Ivan, your post reads like a poem (though cheerful, not angry).