For those who have read my Joelyn Speaks last week would have known that I visited the ACM during the Mighty Mughals Festival.
One thing I would like to branch out from the event itself was the fact that the Proletariat Poetry Factory was present there.
For the benefit of those who don’t know, the Proletariat Poetry Factory are a group of local poets gathering at a certain place, usually during a festival or event to dedicate personalised poems to people who go up to the group and request for poetry. All they needed to do was to put their names and a single word that they want the poets to write about. Then it’s just walk around for 30 minutes or so, come back and your poem’s ready for you.
Yes! They write on the old school typewriters, super cool. So the adventure crew, including myself signed up for it and the word I chose for my poem was “Greek”, I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment. So here’s what I got.
To: Joelyn Alexandra
like a Greek statue when i go,
the one down at the park, Apollo, or Adonis
the letters were too faded to tell for sure
know i will be standing patient, sure
ignoring the pigeons of time,
the green fingers of another possible path
down to the edge of the bay, where children
race in the fading light, innocent of light and
love lost in the hours of my flight
Love, The Proletariat Poetry Factory
Now the Lit student in me is urging myself to analyse it so I will, but show restraint. HAH.
Generally speaking, the poem has given me a feel that the poet is waiting for someone, relationship wise. The starting line of “remember me” already suggests that the poet already wants someone to be reminded of them. The link to the 4th line of the 1st stanza, “the letters too faded to tell for sure”, further supports the idea that the poet, though unsure about the thoughts and the feelings of the reader, still wants to be remembered.
The 2nd stanza seems to cover two aspects of the poet’s mind when the poet refers to the period of waiting: patience and commitment. The 2nd and 3rd line of the second stanza represent the flow of the two aspects well, with the patience of “ignoring the pigeons of time”, as if the poet is a statue (as mentioned in the 2nd line of the 1st stanza) and the pigeons were a symbol of the movement of time, since pigeons are often seen as related to statues and can serve as a reminder of the stillness of the statue.
It flows into the 3rd line nicely, the commitment of waiting is expressed. This is where the poet avoids temptation in the form of “green fingers of another possible path”, parallel to the saying of “the grass is greener on the other side”. Despite the temptations of other alternatives, this line portrays the determination of the poet to stay firm in this wait.
The last stanza concludes the poem with a possible ending scene where the reader walks away from the poet, drowned in the surroundings of the environment, leaving nothing but scraps of feelings left from the experience with the poet a few moments ago.
In conclusion, I felt that the entire poem can be portrayed as a journey personified by the reader actually leaving the poet standing at a scene, with the poet actually thinking the poem as the reader walks away. From the desire and reminder to see the reader again, flowing into the self-commitment to want to see the reader again, concluding with the ending scene where the hope of seeing the reader again is expressed through the scene of the meeting itself.
This is what four years of Literature does to you. Blah. But nonetheless, the Proletariat Poetry Factory write the most interesting things from a single word, so they’re definitely a go-to during events. For more information of the Proletariat Poetry Factory, click here.