Amberlance, on 27 June 2012 - 12:02 PM, said:
Your Catapults
A poem by Cementblade
i have seen some of u missile us so;
its about time.
we erppc you it seems.
your leader is just;
as crazy as the clans and you.
all gun out of ammo quickly since you left.
our cata has only 8 shots and for some alot.
more, but try not to run
out on the battlefield while i take out
your catapults
Can I just say, that as a piece of modern art, I found this poem both touching and disturbing. Touching, because I think its subject matter - defeating the chasm of an obvious language barrier - is an ever-more pressing subject in these increasingly digital times. I think it succeeds in portraying the eagerness and energy of the enthusiastic gamer, hindered but not stopped by linguistic troubles.
Disturbed, because there is a serious tone of anger, even resentment running through it, and I think that really speaks to the poets complete surrender to this digital universe - an unquestioned devotion to the " 'Mech World" if you will. And believe me, you will. This anger is directed at a shadowy "u", and by the sound of it, "u" is pretty messed up bro. However, there is an even more ominous feel to "u" throughout the poem, as though this "u" is not merely the diegetic enemy, but a greater "u", a "all u out there". This speaks to the deep-seeded horror that lies within us all - the horror of being judged harshly by complete and utter strangers on the Internet, who have the bullhorn and pulpit of a forum post.
I give it three flowers out of me.