I Work at the Guggenheim

Joey (Ithaca, NY)

I love the multiple perspectives. Yours, the visitors, the angles.

JimB (Richmond Va)

Dear Diary - There was a moment, there was a need but I knew no matter what I could not touch
Oh how I wanted how I desired to feel the paint
Slide my fingers on the sculpture
Sense the tears
But he said do not touch
So I followed the spiral
Descending to hell?
I had yet to ask
Can I flush the golden throne?

Renee E (Florida)

I love your poem! The repetition of "blue" and the movement and off-balance emotional delight make for engaging poetry. Your voice is strong and remarkable in the poem. I feel I am with you at work. I, too, want to know why it is "blue and nothing else."

Edpal (NYC)

This is just prose cut up to look like a poem. It is quaint but I see it as part of the dumbing of America.

M. (W.)

Actually, Edpal, this is a very sophisticated poem, written by a real poet. Part of the dumbing of America is the loss of the ability to READ.

Renee E (Florida)

Please read the poem more closely and enjoy it. It contains anaphora, subtle refrain, interesting diction, visual and tactile imagery, unusual syntax, amazing internal rhyme, and unexpected delight. Poetry does not have to be more complex than this, and can even be less complex. I can live with the great lines "what's it mean/when it's blue/and nothing else."

K Yates (CT)

Please do not speak to us of knowledge like this. It confuses our ability to dismiss what we may not understand.

Diane (<br/>)

I always wonder why they don't let guards sit on high stools, I've seen it done in London. Seems more civilized for them, tough job to stand all day.

Nancy Lederman (New York City, NY)

Good job, Ob. Tell all the truth but tell it slant. (Emily Dickinson)

Ken McClane (Ithaca, NY)

Lovely.

jim (virginia)

Miss seeing you around, Ken. Jim Morrissette

JO (Mass.)

Very nice. Always wondered what those guards are thinking about. This one takes pride in the job.