Original poem reprinted online here: "Against Epiphany" by Fred Marchant
Originally read: December 15, 2012
More information about the Poet: Fred Marchant
So I lack a sense of humor when it comes to poetry. I think I wrote these lines before many times. And in my analysis previously I wrote things like, "words of detachment, detrimental, down trodden" commenting on the simile of "poplars bent like / the fingers of an old man clutching / what he loved about the sun?" In stanza two I wrote, "couples? partners?" when the pronoun of "our" is introduced. And in the last stanza I wrote down, "the end is great." My analysis doesn't account for humor, rather I try to break down what "works" in the poem, and what doesn't.
But a funny thing happened when I got to the end of this poem -- I chuckled. Not because I saw that the lines was humorous or that I tried to configure humor into the lines. This was going through my mind when I finished the poem again.
"The speaker in this poem gives no f**** at all."
Now, it's not apathy. The speaker just doesn't give a f**** what anyone thinks or does. I get from the poem the speaker living his/her life, then partying. I don't even think the speaker is a douche; I think the speaker wants to have a good time in a Dystopian future whether god exists or not. And if god did exist and created this Dystopia, then why should god be trusted to have a good time along with the survivors.
It's a funny poem that has more to it than it's humor (or rather, I found something more in something that I find humorous).