blue ink

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i will no longer cry over the mark i left,

i will no longer rage over the line i left,

i will no longer cry over your chair

your silly golden precious little chair,

yes, i know,

yes, i saw,

when you took the chair and i the sofa,

i saw, but, my dear,

i am worthmorethanyourchair!

and, my love, finally, you saw,

that it did not matter

if i took the sofa, and you the chair,

i am still myself, and you, my dear,

are still a wonder,

but know

that i will no longer cry over the mark i left,

that i will no longer rage over the line i left,

that i will no longer cry over your chair

your silly golden precious little chair.

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my interpretation of this work is this:
the whole poem has a double meaning. your poem feels anecdotal, as if this woman was your suburban queen, your wife. and thats just it, the chair is also a throne. but the throne is an illusion and so are all ranks, so is class, and petty personal preferences (and classy suburban, or hell, urban interiors). the relationship is real, you are real, and your queen is derailed from this reality by her chair (throne). The queen scolded you like a little child for staining her beautiful three thousand (hundred, i don’t care) chair. but you are a man and who cares about a chair?

also, you are a writer and you wrote on her chair. writing is part of your essence. a complaint about blue ink is an inability to take part in your expressiveness.

actually, i’m reminded of a scene in the movie american beauty when kevin spacey and annette benning (sp?) are about to finally reconnect, but annette immediately stops because she is afraid spacey is going to spill his drink of the coach.

if only i could be a deconstructive master as yourself.

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Oh, but you are – you just don’t know it yet.

That interpetation, as the author, is brilliant in my opinion, – and, American Beauty, is one of my all time favorite movies (probably in my top three).

I wasn’t thinking of that scene at all when I wrote this piece, however, I do vivdly recall it, and, I think, you are right to draw the analogy to it. You definitly got the meaning I had in mind when I wrote this piece.