week #10 critical #3

Erasing Amyloo

A father with a huge eraser erases his daughter. When he  finishes there's only a red smudge on the wall.   His wife says, where is Amyloo?   She's a mistake, I erased her.   What about all her lovely things? asks his wife.   I'll erase them too.   All her pretty clothes? . . .   I'll erase her closet, her dresser--shut up about Amyloo!  Bring your head over here and I'll erase Amyloo out of it.   The husband rubs his eraser on his wife's forehead, and as  she begins to forget she says, hummm, I wonder whatever  happened to Amyloo? . . .   Never heard of her, says her husband.   And you, she says, who are you? You're not Amyloo, are  you? I don't remember your being Amyloo. Are you my  Amyloo, whom I don't remember anymore? . . .   Of course not, Amyloo was a girl. Do I look like a girl? . . . I don't know, I don't know what anything looks like  anymore. . . 

      Russel Edson

I like reading this prose poem and when we read it in class it really made sense to me. 

A lot of times people wish they could pick and choose parts in there life that they want to remember. 

But as the poem demonstrates we can never complete forget anything.I t will always be a part of our lives.

I also think about how some things wouldn't be the same  if they were erased. Like If my mom 

and dad never met, there would be no me. I also feel like another there could be another meaning to the poem. It reminds me of

 the government, and how they all try to cover up there mistakes as if they never happen. But this poems

shows that no matter how hard you try it will never be forgotten.

I feel that prose poems are short and sweet and give you something

to think about. Maybe that is what makes them so poetic.