I really enjoyed this poem because it doesn't read like a poem. It reads like a well written speech—the kind that starts a "slow clap" in inspirational movies. The seemingly random enjambment of the lines and lack of rhyme scheme or defined meter make the poem read as if the author is imagining "that speech" he will make.
The simple language and use of jargon solidifies the feeling that the author is an old veteran of the baseball game that's telling the reader this tale. You sympathize with him because he's not embellishing his diction or syntax and doesn't use clever turns of phrase; Reed's words hold a resounding rawness to them because of this.
And Reed's character is so endearing! He embodies attitudes that we've all felt at one time or another. That we've become obsolete; that our time has passed; that maybe we never had any talent to begin with. Through this, we more than sympathize with Reed's character; we empathize with him. Personal, human connection is a powerful thing, and it allows us to feel such joy for the narrator when his moment of glory arrives.
I love how it reads like a speech. I also thought that it was really interesting how he used the pronouns "you" and "your." We assume he is speaking about himself, but it doesn't sound as conceded as if he used "I" and "my" throughout it. I think the "you" and "your" pronouns help the reader to connect with the author more.
ReplyDeleteNice thoughts on this one. I think you are correct. Speaking of speeches? Any ideas for yours?
ReplyDeleteDirectly to the point (which was a good one). I like it. Looking forward to reading this one because of this.
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