Exciting! Authenticity is the first of 13 poems from ‘Autumn, That Bastard‘ my debut online poetry collection!
In this series of Blog posts, I talk about my thoughts behind the poem as an extension of the ‘Author’s Comments’ section.
The main deal with the poem is that it talks about itself. It’s open to interpretation however. It could be the poem itself as a personified voice, or the author, i.e me! Whoever it is has some angst though.
This angst comes in the form of questioning what authorises validity for works of art and writing. What permits something to last? It acts as a recognition that all of culture and art exists in the shadow of former works. In many ways this poem is post-modern. It looks at itself as a product of it’s own time and culture. The culture of the ‘global’.
The poem is almost paradoxical, claiming to be ‘Authenticity’ but also knowing that it can’t be. Though it doesn’t deal with ‘Donne’s Death’, nor do I need to use a pseudo-nym to publish my works such as Jane Austen, the fact that it recognises them inherently involves them. It’s so afraid of being just another drabble work that it fights off bottom-feeders, criticises critics for being paid to judge and uses assertive language throughout, only flattering at the end with maybe. This is when the poem acknowledges it’s Autumn Affair, which like the season, is expected and always happen. It is cyclical, the poem will judge other works but will also be ‘burnt and pretty alike’. It knows it could be stolen, hidden or burnt, and it would be unnoticed like other lost texts.
So that is just some of my thoughts on Authenticity! I am big subscriber to the idea of ‘Death of the Author’ so I wonder what meaning you’d make of it?
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