The Nicotine Cat
prose poetry, subjective-portraiture
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August 19, 12:28amWord Count:
148Last Edited:
August 26, 9:59pmWork Description
Feline insanity.
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The nicotine cat sits--
spits--
acid hiss into muggy August warm air.
"I don't care, I don't care!"
she says to me through
wily apple green eyes.
Until
I click--clack--crackle
that thing into life:
a moment of inhale--
more holy than childbirth--
and the nicotine cat's attention
suddenly spins--pins
my fingers in agonized place
in the sweatbox permanent air.
Stroke
her very tip top scalp; her eyes roll.
Stroke
her neck, behind the ears.
Stroke
along her back, her butt rises, and final
tail pull meowl.
Stroke
whiskers for tickle laughs.
Smoke
the karmic cigarette, thick with--
Smoke,
the nicotine cat moment--senses.
And the nicotine cat
absorbs her addiction
from my finger pores,
and I realize I want to
Smoke
the nicotine cat
into nausea withdrawl.
Smoke
hissing lungs
to their rasping end--
So the nicotine cat
can return
my own willing collisions
with a curious,
scratching paw.
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I consider this piece "Kafkaesque" --- very much like my works, where you take an idea and make it surreal and ambiguous, and also connect two dissimilar ideas through the use of metaphor. The idea of the cat with nicotine was confusing, but I understood it as the poem progressed and your emotion became stronger.
There isn't much "plot" to it. The whole "plot" is you describing the nicotine with the cat. You write,
The nicotine cat sits--
spits--
acid hiss into muggy August warm air.
"I don't care, I don't care!"
she says to me through
wily apple green eyes.
Until
I click--clack--crackle
that thing into life:
a moment of inhale--
more holy than childbirth--
and the nicotine cat's attention
suddenly spins--pins
my fingers in agonized place
in the sweatbox permanent air.
Stroke
her very tip top scalp; her eyes roll.
Stroke
her neck, behind the ears.
Stroke
along her back, her butt rises, and final
tail pull meowl.
Stroke
whiskers for tickle laughs.
Smoke
the karmic cigarette, thick with--
Smoke,
the nicotine cat moment--senses.
And the nicotine cat
absorbs her addiction
from my finger pours,
and I realize I want to
Smoke
the nicotine cat
into nausea withdraw.
Smoke
hissing lungs
to their rasping end--
Is the cigarette the cat, or the cat the cigarette? I have determined that you think the cat as your nicotine addiction, and you go into a trance where you daydream and think of smoking your cat. That's what makes this piece surreal --- it's almost like a painting or sculpture, even a character study. You combined William Carlos Williams with Franz Kafka. Difficult, nonetheless, but you got your point across.
Pacing was good, very "modernistic" like a James Joyce piece.
The descriptions were ambiguous and forthright, although I do feel you could have added "umph" to it; it seemed rushed, but then again you're smoking a cigarette and thinking of a cat, so that could add to the "rushed pace," because you're experiencing a high.
POV was good. 1st-Person limited. I think you have added thoughts from the cat, though,
Your narrator was dull, but symbolic while the cat and the nicotine were the driving forces of the piece.
No dialogue significant enough to comment on.
Grammar and spelling were correct.
Again, I like your Kafkaism and modernist style. Keep up the good work, and I plan to read more of your pieces. I hope you return the favor. Happy writing.
Intersting work here. Nice use (and not overuse) of dissonace while maintaining clarity, though the metaphor is a bit obscure (a wonderful quality in my opinion, though this may alienate other readers, I say, stick to it).
The theme is a bit difficult, but not to the point of being completely unrelated to any emotion or natural experience. The theme is vibrant, overshadowing its obscurity. To my eyes, this poem has nothing to do with nicotine or cats (in the literal sense, intentional or not). A delightful challenge.
Very vibrant mood, as I said earlier. Commendable accomplishment considering the obscurity of the poem. Nicely done.
The images, though not literal, were quite powerful. Though they are not conistent and totally unrelated, they meld together perfectly when surrounded by dissonance. The chaos of your meter compliments the irony of your theme.
The poem is obviously centered around your metaphor. As earlier stated, it is a bit obscure. Your metaphor (along with your style and meter) bring to mind TS Eliot. The cat metaphor specifically reflects Eliot's own cat metaphor in "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock". Interesting.
This seems to be a cross influence between the metaphorical obscurity and metrical formations of T.S. Eliot and E. E. Cummings. Beat vs. modern perhaps? I love it.
Nothing significant.
Overall, a very entertaining work. Keep it up.
I like this! It's very hypnotonic to read, very fun!
It's very easy to grasp the theme of this poem, and thankfully there's no cliches or overused phrases used in this poem! If there's an insight, I'd say it's more of a brief glimpse into a smoker's life with his cat.
The poem created quite a mood - a smoker and his cat relaxing in each other's nicotine-addicted company. I think it was very well done, and easily maintained effectively throughout the poem.
The images chosen were very effective and easy to see in my mind. They were more like sketches than a full portrait - appropriate to this poem, I think. I especially loved the description of "wily apple green eyes"...it (to me) describes the cat's personality very succiently, I think.
The rhythm and meter are simple and easy to follow. It flows very well for me, and the rhymes didn't seem complex to me.
The vocabulary in this poem is nicely varied, with a few words chosen to be repetitive to add impact to the poem. I think the words were very well chosen. Especially switching from "Stroke" to "Smoke" - I had to re-read that first switch before my mind would accept "smoke". The transistion was so smooth I didn't see it at first. Nice!
A couple spelling questions - is "meowl" and "withdraw" on
purpose? Cuz meowl looks wrong to me, but it could be
intended to show how the cat sounds. Withdraw, from the
grammatical conventions, looks like it should be withdrawl, but of
course if you're dropping the "L" to keep the rhythm and rhyme of
the poem... Just wondering. ![]()
This poem is still bouncing around in my head! I
think you did a very good job here.
Defintely
looking forward to more, Josiah!
I really liked this... I want to make sure I got this down correct.
The cat is meant to be symbolic of the nicotine addiction... hence why the cat is disinterested and almost hostile at the beginning. Then as the smoking ensues the cat is friendly and soothed... very good metaphor.
I like the rhyme play you have going here... "I click--clack--crackle" it helps make the poem flow and move into life... a lot like a cigarette being lit.
I don't know how thrilled I am about "more holy than childbirth--" I feel like that is a little extreme in reference to a cigarette. Being a smoker myself, I think I might reserve that intensity for some like heroine, or an amazing orgasm. Maybe a cigarette after an amazing orgasm... now there is a thought. But that's just me.
I really liked the back and forth with the cat after the smoking ensues it really does the job of reinforcing your point.
In the third stanza I'd get rid of "and I realize" in the last line. I feel like it takes away from the action of wanting.
Overall, this poem was pretty damn fantastic. Thanks for sharing.
hmm...i would first like to thank everyone who for their critiques. I realize from many of the comments that this comes off as much more complicated than I had intended. I think Phedre was the closest to understanding it. I have been toying with the idea of writing a poem about my relationship with this cat that always approaches me to whenever I light up a smoke. I call it my smoking cat, and have tried several times to write a poem about it, but the term smoking cat was not working out when it came to writing a poem... So the other day, I had this idea that the cat was addicted to cigarettes, then I thought that maybe it absorbed nicotine through my fingers, and then I finally had the idea of a nicotine cat. I also wanted to write the poem in the time it took to smoke a cigarette, so that's why it's such a short piece. I scribbled it out in a notebook and while I was doing this, I was also thinking of this girl I had hooked up with at a bar the night before. So naturally, this weird sexual tone slipped in out of left field and out came this poem that even I don't understand entirely. I don't know if that's a good thing, but I think it is because whenever I write I like to have some element that I find mysterious and surprising. I don't know that the cat was supposed to represent anything other than a cat, although maybe in the back of my mind it was also the girl, but as far as addiction or Kafka or Eliot...that actually just confuses me. I don't see that at all here, but it also delights me, and I can only conclude that these ideas are coming from this poems healthy sense of wonder at mystery. So it is an odd sensation reading peoples' thoughts and ideas about my metaphor that I didn't know was there... I think this has been most enlightening, because now, I understand better that there are no hard and fast rules to a good interpretation...



Very hot! The parallel naturally draws to cheshire - delightful! The sensation of ticlking contempt and need is pretty sweet. Nice pacing, Nice repetition of theme.