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Matthew Freeman is a Brooklyn based playwright with a BFA from Emerson College. His plays include THE DEATH OF KING ARTHUR, REASONS FOR MOVING, THE GREAT ESCAPE, THE AMERICANS, THE WHITE SWALLOW, AN INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR, THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVE, WHEN IS A CLOCK, GLEE CLUB, THAT OLD SOFT SHOE and BRANDYWINE DISTILLERY FIRE. He served as Assistant Producer and Senior Writer for the live webcast from Times Square on New Year's Eve 2010-2012. As a freelance writer, he has contributed to Gamespy, Premiere, Complex Magazine, Maxim Online, and MTV Magazine. His plays have been published by Playscripts, Inc., New York Theatre Experience, and Samuel French.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Essay Questions for Bad Poetry #2

And now, another beautiful work of wordplay. This one by Jimmy Stewart. Remember kids, there's extra credit...

"Beau"
by Jimmy Stewart

He never came to me when I would call

Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.

And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.

And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,

But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

Essay Questions

1. Jimmy Stewart appears to have had a dog that, when he wrote this poem, he missed. The dog's name was "Beau." Why do people bother to write poems like this one?
2. The bit where Stewart says he understands the dog's fear... did that creep you out? Why or why not?
3. At one point in this poem, Stewart reveals that Beau once set his childhood home on fire. This sounds like a fairly interesting story. Why does he only play with our figurative nipples? We are never going to have an orgasm (poetically speaking) that way.
4. Often, being cryptic is a way to assign several meanings to a phrase or to let the phrase take on more than a very literal telling can sustain. Keeping this in mind, why does Stewart use the cryptic phrase "The Old One?" Why doesn't he just spare us the eye-rolling and say what the fuck he's talking about?
5. When Stewart rhymes "bag" and "drag"... why do I feel a slight pain in my left arm?

Extra Credit!

Did your mother ever tell who Jimmy Stewart was? It's amazing that you don't know. No one should have been born in the 1990s. (Explain why, you infant.)

1 comment:

Beau, a Good and Dead Dog said...

(bites Matt Freeman)