{"id":77,"date":"2006-10-09T01:34:13","date_gmt":"2006-10-09T07:34:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.grassmonk.net\/wordpress\/?p=77"},"modified":"2008-08-23T22:30:24","modified_gmt":"2008-08-24T04:30:24","slug":"poetism-commentary-im-the-monkey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.grassmonk.net\/blog\/2006\/10\/09\/poetism-commentary-im-the-monkey\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetism Commentary: "I’m The Monkey""},"content":{"rendered":"

The poem in question: I’m The Monkey<\/a><\/p>\n

This is another poem of pure silliness, separated by just over a month’s writing time from the last one<\/a>.<\/p>\n

For a bit of historical context, this poem was written right around the beginning of the poetry unit we did in my English class I first referenced in this post<\/a>. A few upcoming commentaries will have more details on the depths of agony my friend Ben and I endured during this particular time in class.<\/p>\n

Some notes:<\/p>\n

The site lists this poem as being written April 30, 1996. My notebook says simply “5\/96.” It’s one of the few–perhaps the only?–one of my poems that I don’t have an exact date for.<\/p>\n

“DKC” refers to “Donkey Kong Country,” the great Super Nintendo game. I’m not quite sure how a country lout would play it, as such, but apparently that’s how I do.<\/p>\n

I still ain’t too chunky, nor do I yet have a tail.<\/p>\n

I haven’t climbed a tree in a long time. When I was about 13 we had a great big cherry tree in our back yard that I loved to climb. We also had a really, really tall tree–I don’t know what kind. I remember one of the neighbor kids was climbing it once and he was almost at the top. He asked me if I would jump down to the ground from the top of the tree to save a family member. When I said I didn’t know, he boastfully declared that he would have no hesitation in doing so.<\/p>\n

That struck me as odd, because if you break every bone in your body from the fall, what help are you going to be? The only way I could see to avoid a bone-crushing landing was to be a ninja, and if you’re a ninja, why are you up in a tree? So you can see my puzzlement at the neighbor kid’s logic.<\/p>\n

Anyway, I haven’t climbed a tree in a while, but my little brother loves to climb trees. Maybe we’re both the monkey.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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