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I Hunger for Hunger? Asked the Giant of Spirit
I Hunger for Hunger,
Unsated in my satisfaction
Or so they say.
I grow and expand no more than my borders.
Consuming more information
Following more and more poets
Each meal filling enough.
For I am content and satisfied.
What do I know of hunger?
Or of desire for that matter?
Unlike others I am not focussed on filling myself on hunger
I do not feast on my wants and needs
I know of hunger
And of desire
- I overcome them.
No aching appetites for this miniature brobdingnagian!
- A giant striding below bonsai trees.
Yet titanic liliputians climb high with small minds
- Exclaiming, claiming and shouting in tiny voices
Of their massive hunger for minute meals.
I dine on reduced rations.
It seems I starve appetites as they have;
Where enough is never enough
Each meal is a fast,
Each feast means munchies
Each dinner makes more desire.
How strange are these who cannot and will not be fed,
Who moth-flock to the Sun to be hungry,
While I am fed on all under and of the Sun.
Think of a quiet giant of spirit who needs no hunger while the Small cry out for more.
Unsated in my satisfaction
Or so they say.
I grow and expand no more than my borders.
Consuming more information
Following more and more poets
Each meal filling enough.
For I am content and satisfied.
What do I know of hunger?
Or of desire for that matter?
Unlike others I am not focussed on filling myself on hunger
I do not feast on my wants and needs
I know of hunger
And of desire
- I overcome them.
No aching appetites for this miniature brobdingnagian!
- A giant striding below bonsai trees.
Yet titanic liliputians climb high with small minds
- Exclaiming, claiming and shouting in tiny voices
Of their massive hunger for minute meals.
I dine on reduced rations.
It seems I starve appetites as they have;
Where enough is never enough
Each meal is a fast,
Each feast means munchies
Each dinner makes more desire.
How strange are these who cannot and will not be fed,
Who moth-flock to the Sun to be hungry,
While I am fed on all under and of the Sun.
Think of a quiet giant of spirit who needs no hunger while the Small cry out for more.
Published 18th Mar 2012
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18th Mar 2012 1:53am
This poem is for kourtnissixxx's "I'm starving for" competition. It is obscurely refernces many books by the author Adam Roberts.
Think of a quiet giant of spirit who needs no hunger while shouting shrimps cry out for more.
Think of a quiet giant of spirit who needs no hunger while shouting shrimps cry out for more.
18th Mar 2012 10:31pm
I thought the character of the narrator was interesting in that I had a kind of conflict going on as to whether I should side with him or not. Cause although the giant of spirit claims this place 'below the bonsai trees' his sense of superiority seems to soar high above them. That he demands the reader to 'think' and proceeds to tell them of what they should be thinking - summing up the idea of the poem in a simple line like a teacher talking to a classroom of students, adds to this sense of authority he assumes to have. Made me smile in an ironic kind of way to put the different characters in a hierarchy, interchangeable with 'food chain', in which the giant would be at the top.
I liked that image on the third to last line - though wondering if you might have left a word out by mistake cause it didn't seem to make full sense?
Anyway, I enjoyed all the thinking this made me do.
I liked that image on the third to last line - though wondering if you might have left a word out by mistake cause it didn't seem to make full sense?
Anyway, I enjoyed all the thinking this made me do.
18th Mar 2012 11:30pm
I did not read it as a the giant telling the reader to think or telling them how to think; instead it tells us how it perceives the dwarfs around it. I would really like to know where you got this impression, I'm kinda stuck in my viewpoint as the writer!
The last line is actually my voice; the voice of the author, not of the giant. And by the way its an androgynous giant before any sexual showjumping occurs!
The third to last line was a mistake, the competition requires/required 200 words or less and I had to take out a few to keep the word count.
Thank you very much for such a long and informative response, it means a lot and is worth a lot.
The last line is actually my voice; the voice of the author, not of the giant. And by the way its an androgynous giant before any sexual showjumping occurs!
The third to last line was a mistake, the competition requires/required 200 words or less and I had to take out a few to keep the word count.
Thank you very much for such a long and informative response, it means a lot and is worth a lot.
19th Mar 2012 11:39am
Well I guess before I had come to that last line, I'd already built up an idea of what sort of character I thought the giant was - the way he/she ('scuse the 'he' I assumed) referred to 'them' and 'others' in a me against the world way, where the giant undoubtedly came on top seeing as he/she could 'overcome' those pointless desires that the 'small minds' have. It was little phrases like that coming together to give the giant this 'holier-than-thou' attitude. So that by the time I got to the last line, instead of reading it in the way you as the writer had intended, I read it as though this giant was telling me how to think. I hope that makes sense.
I think I'd have viewed the giant in a much more sympathetic light if I had known the last line was the writer speaking - though on that note I did struggle to work out in the first four lines who was speaking and who was being referred to; where one voice ended and another began.
So there's another long-winded response - I'll shut up now I swear.
I think I'd have viewed the giant in a much more sympathetic light if I had known the last line was the writer speaking - though on that note I did struggle to work out in the first four lines who was speaking and who was being referred to; where one voice ended and another began.
So there's another long-winded response - I'll shut up now I swear.
19th Mar 2012 11:31pm
Long-winded responses are not shunned from my door, especially as I have a habit of making the long-winded grow even more. The ambiguity of who the voice is, is n purpose; like a documentary which mixes biography with autobiography. I do have a tendency to try to slam-dunk a thought-pie into the reader's face; but everything has thought! Too smart by half...
I did want the giant to have a superior stance, but a superiority which is without an inferior, superior by nature. Which is a very very difficult concept to get across in just under 200 words.
The concept here I think may be a bit too much for the challenge in hand. Those 200 words may have expressed another idea more clearly.
By all means keep talking, the company is welcome, and the tea is nice and warm.
I did want the giant to have a superior stance, but a superiority which is without an inferior, superior by nature. Which is a very very difficult concept to get across in just under 200 words.
The concept here I think may be a bit too much for the challenge in hand. Those 200 words may have expressed another idea more clearly.
By all means keep talking, the company is welcome, and the tea is nice and warm.