This Poem was Submitted By: Michael J. Cluff On Date: 2005-06-08 13:14:17 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Prideau Malraux on 65th Street

Neutered pinpoints on the light purple silk tie, the white shirt holds his lust in until the zipper breaks on his brown sharp pleated dress pants and his fly then becomes open to possibilities.

Copyright © June 2005 Michael J. Cluff

This Poem was Critiqued By: Mandie J Overocker On Date: 2005-06-26 00:23:27
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.42105
I understand Malraux, but I wonder if Prideau, was meant to be Prie-deau? I had to look these words up to understand the meaning of this poem, and i am still quite lost. I imagine you are describing some scene you saw on the street? Great descriptive mind wonders just what possibilities the fly is open to...I keep falling on one i'd rather not consider...Interesting read...challenged me. Thanks for posting, keep writing. Mandie

This Poem was Critiqued By: Rebecca B. Whited On Date: 2005-06-24 15:08:04
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.77273
Michael, "Neutered [deprived of vitality especially by psychological means?...a very conservative dresser?] pinpoints on the light purple silk tie," [this man, dressed very distinguishably, is obviously trying hard to blend in, not stand out in the crowd...reserved, in control] "the white shirt" [prim, proper, pure] "holds his lust in" [yes, I feel that he is trying very hard to contain his self-control...his pride ballooning his chest up...proud of his self-control] "until the zipper breaks" [oops...he lost that self-control!...] "and his fly then becomes open to possibilities." [at last, he is free to persue his uninhibited nature with pride and partake of the pleasures that await him...I assume that he did not intend to loose himself [no pun intended] in his surroundings, he just got caught up in the moment!] Malraux, art historian, political activist and author [La Condition Humaine (Man's Fate)?? of his books for example] you write of the human condition of arousal that your subject experiences while at a bar, cafe, etc...? I am sure that the refernece to 65th Street has meaning, but I do not know what it is that you allude to; no matter, as I assume it is the address of a popular meeting place. Or, do you allude to Malraux's pride and his ability to expose himself in world political activism, as he was a man proud to offer his hand of assistance in world situations, wherever he was needed or felt he could be of use. His works 'portrayed art as an outgrowth of past art rather than a reaction to contemporary stimuli'? Could it be he protrays a new art form? Nice read, Michael. I enjoyed it. Beck there a statue of Malraux erected on 65th Street, in some city unknown to me, that I am not aware of? LOL
This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-06-19 13:42:16
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.40000
It's not what is those two words? Must have been one very lusty fat man. The possibilities? I'd hate to name them but one would be to take a whizz on some lamp post! Now where else could he let out his lust? Is he pimping? Or lusting after some street walker? And what about his shoes? You forgot to mention his shiny two toned shoes with wing tips! Michael. It's good to hear from you again. Where the hell have you been? I also want you to know that I found you at the almost bottom of my list. Okay, your turn.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rachel F. Spinoza On Date: 2005-06-09 07:28:45
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
the thrust of fate waiting to emerge from the carelessmess or the abandon of Msr. Malreaux or loosly - the evil of pride - exposed? Something like that? Another enigmatic gem prof Cluff. Best Rach
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2005-06-09 02:54:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.83333
Interesting scenerio poet....well done, actually brings forth humor to the reader.........this well dressed man with his new possibilities..........very discriptive and the image projected brings many smiles to ones face......thanks for posting and sharing, hope this was not a personal issue.....but then again if the possibilities were there why not? God Bless, Claire love the purple silk tie........
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2005-06-08 14:25:15
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Michael, I read this once, then again, and again. At first I wasn't sure of what you were stating and then the thought came that just possibly you were putting quite eloquently what other words would have been a common ordinary everyday event. Thank you for making my mind work. Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: Elaine Marie Phalen On Date: 2005-06-08 13:59:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Mike, how good to read your work again!! There's an instant guffaw at the abrupt shift from those "neutered" pinpoints to the decidedly un-neutered open zipper. Thus do ideas gestate, seemingly out of nowhere. A fortuitous accident and, bingo!! Who knows what might ensue? The man's name seems to be a combo of Tom Prideaux and Andrea Malraux - one an artist's biograher/critic, the other an art historian. Hence the precise detail regarding the color and texture of his tie and shirt, and the brown contours of his pleated pants. He is, in fact, a walking piece of realist art, the embodiment of the anonymously lustful male with concealed weapon at the ready. A good artists will always suggest broader possibilities than his canvas can depict within the limits of a single frame; a capable writer will do the same with his prose or poetry. So is the broken zipper a metaphor for the liberation of one's imagination? The act of creation, perhaps ... about to be undertaken? That "white shirt" reminds me of an untouched canvas. The hidden lust underlies much of what painters piant, or writers write. It is a force that drives us to strange and wondrous heights. But we may have to break with convention in order to unleash that power. Then there are so many possibilities, indeed. Or maybe this is just a tiny sliver of life, with the lens capturing one man's moment of truth (or dare). Anyhow, I enjoyed reading it on both the direct, visual level and the metaphorical plane. Brenda
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