Unit 3.4
“Octopus traps! Fleeting dreams under the summer moon.”
On the one hand, we have these very mundane (and probably awful-smelling) fishing traps, and on the other an elevated allusion to the dead warriors of antiquity. The poem is sad, it’s nostalgic, it’s startling, it’s maybe a bit humorous—we have a new set of allusions and emotions that are being juxtaposed in unusual ways.
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- Workshop Ronae Matriano