If you haven’t yet read Amanda Palmer’s 'A Poem For Dzhokhar' - and if you live in Boston, are on Facebook or Twitter, and don’t currently reside under a large, social-media eclipsing rock then you most likely have - then go ahead and do that now. Not because it’s great poetry. That’s not for us to say, we’re not poetry professors. And not because she’s saying anything you want to hear. That’s also not for us to say, we’re not you. You should read it because Amanda F—ing Palmer wrote a poem. Nay, an ode. To the remaining living suspect in the Boston Marathon attacks. And the internet is all sorts of worked up about it.
Whether you love it, hate it, or think it’s completely insane (fiercely divided sentiments often applied to the Dresden Dolls singer herself) there’s no denying that this particular piece of prose is a...Thing. Lines like “you don’t know how precious your iphone battery time was until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat” juxtaposed with those like “you don’t know how to dance but you give it a shot anyway” are jarring and have sparked equal amounts of internet rage, adoration, and a fair amount of uhh WTF-type perplexity. We’re reserving our own opinions for our personal LiveJournals. Read it and decide for yourself.