Harold Pinter
American Football
Hallelujah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!
Hallelujah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.
Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.
We did it.
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.
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All in all, Pinter isn't one of my favorite poets, but I really like this poem. Yes, its profane, but it works, ironically, at a higher level that most of Pinter's poetry.... Profanity has evocative power in itself, so it can sometimes be a cheap trick in poetry, either offending or delighting the reader, but obviously Pinter was no hack, and this poem, while profane, is cuttingly precise and effective.
Aside from the first three, an last lines, this is nothing more than a profane uninspired peice or trash. I assume the use of profanity is intended to shock and make the reader take note - if so Harold needs to read more Phillip Larkin (this be thy verse is a good example of using profanity to good effect.) The 'imagery' is something I would expect from an over excited 12 year old - not an 'artist'. In short - pathetic.
wow- what a poem- unlike anything ive read in awhile and real