Poets’ Thursday Review: A Different Kind of Hunger

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Ifeanyi looked for my trouble with this poem. A Different Kind of Hunger shot something into my veins that blurred the world around me; like I couldn’t see very clearly but the bits I saw, I caught with alarming clarity. This poem awakened a different kind of hunger in me, and I can’t wait to see if the reviewer is hungry too.

Walter is up in the reviewer’s nest today.


 

The Review

A Different Kind Of Hunger is a beautiful piece of work that seeks to inspire, seeks to get one of his comfort zone into facing challenges that would most likely make him a better person.

I admire this message in the poem very much, and the helplessness, the despair stitched into the verses is capable of resonating with any reader who’s ever been through tough circumstances. The poem tells you there’s a problem, and then it urges you to take on the boldness to conquer it. It’s a poem for survivors, a poem that encourages sad states of minds that include depression, a poem that shines the light at the end of the tunnel.

It’s that kind of poem.

However, there was a certain vagueness to the ‘different kind of hunger’ that was never really clarified. I will be the first person to point out that poems are intricate pieces of writing that oftentimes requires a discerning mind to sift through the different layers of it. And because I’m not accomplished in my discernment, perhaps this vagueness is actually crystal clear and merely eludes me, but it behooves me to point it out just the same.

Ifeanyi Omoike writes:

The blank screen stares at me, beckoning me to write / I wonder if it has anything for me to hold onto / I wonder if I can look at it / Without the temptation of a different kind of hunger.

This hunger makes another appearance when it “…holds me in its clutches / Tells me to live my life in a different way/ Tells me I can be more than who I am today / Tells me I can do more.”

And again when it “…pulls me in, telling me to give it my all / And I follow / Knowing it will lead me to the life I have always wanted / A life I run away from, yet desire with depth in places unknown.”

Now, I understand that there’s hunger, but the one the writer speaks of is a “different kind” – a term that implies that there’s an already existing hunger before this “different kind” came along to create such an impact in the life of the protagonist. It raises the questions: what hunger was this that existed? Why wasn’t it enough for the protagonist? How come he needed a different kind to get him the meaning he needed to live well?

The words “different kind” automatically introduces a foundation, an existence of the norm – on which wasn’t even hinted at throughout the poem. (Or perhaps it was and I missed it?)

By not answering the aforementioned questions, the impression of the title – and by extension, the general language of the poem – is one of grandiosity. I suppose the problem I have is with the words “different kind”, because if they didn’t exist, then the poem would just simply be about a hunger that was needed to get one’s life out of the doldrums and into – as the writer aptly put – a “life worth living after all”.

 

Walter

 


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2 replies added

  1. Mandy September 28, 2017 Reply

    This review though… Walter was the perfect shade of respectful and scathing. Managed to make me intrigued by the poem. How can I find it to read?

    • Chisom September 28, 2017 Reply

      Lol. The boy sabi work. use the links in the intro part of the post.
      Oh and thanks Adele 🙂

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