So, which is better? “Yours for the Telling” or “A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems”?
I don’t like “Yours for the Telling” at all. It’s structurally lacking in that some of the stories it tells don’t have any middle. (They will say, here are some vegetables; do you want to know what happens next? No? The end!) I certainly don’t like stories about common vegetables that can cutely talk. And I don’t like the word choice and diction of the author. (I mean, “billy-cans”?) I don’t like that he contradicts himself at times — do the vegetables dream, or don’t they? I do think it’s interesting that he pretends to give us options that we don’t actually have – not ever telling us the content of the dream, for example – because, on an intellectual level, I can appreciate the way he manipulates our emotions. Of course, that doesn’t mean I have to like the piece. But I respect that aspect of it.
And that leaves “A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems,” which I like, some of the time. Some of the sonnets are jagged and don’t seem to go together, and others fit perfectly. So overall I find its diction better than “Yours for the Telling.” I enjoy the profusion of allusions, which add to the complexity. And of course no talking vegetables is a plus. Like “Yours for the Telling,” the author emotionally manipulates us, making us feel that we are authors ourselves because of our abilities to combine his lines, though we’re not really the authors. And that’s a neat trick too.
My favorite lines from “A Hundred Thousand Billions Poems” felt directed toward the reader, and gave me confidence in my ability to “correctly” arrange the author’s lines. This gave me a sense of comraderie and teamwork with the author, even as they lightly mocked and pointed out that I was really all alone in making my choices. The lines were all on one same page, grouped together:
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum
One more thing. I’m not going to go into “artistic merit.” Of course in my mind art is something I like and things that I don’t like are trash. Vegetables that cry out “Eeky-Peeky!” like in “Yours for the Telling” are trash. (That explains Liz’s feelings towards the Olsen twins, by the way.) If we pretend to have the definitive answer about what makes something art, we’re quite the snobs.
Okay, now this next bit doesn’t count as the paper, and is behind the cut. (more…)