Kristen Stewart Shares a Personal Poem - Read it Now!

Kristen Stewart Shares a Personal Poem - Read it Now!

Kristen Stewart shows off her arm tat and sports a shirt with some holes in it as she leaves a meeting on Thursday (February 13) in Hollywood.

The day before, the 23-year-old actress was spotted driving to her gym for a workout in West Hollywood.

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In case you missed it, check out Kristen on the cover of Marie Claire‘s March 2014 issue. For her interview, she read a love poem that she wrote.

Before reading the poem, Kristen told the mag, “I don’t want to sound so f-cking utterly pretentious…but after I write something, I go, ‘Holy f-ck, that’s crazy.’ It’s the same thing with acting: If I do a good scene, I’m always like, ‘Whoa, that’s really dope.’”

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My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole

I reared digital moonlight
You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black
Kismetly ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills
I’ll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.

And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.
One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
He’s speaking in tongues all along the pan handle
And this pining erosion is getting dust in
My eyes
And I’m drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
Salutes mine…

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  • dwaun

    I feel like Im trying to read something assbackwards. Shes trying yet she wants to be different so hard. Someone, anyone should understand it. This is words matched poorly.

    This is a good understanding of her acting abilities.

  • Happy Tucker

    What a overly written effort – and she’s so proud of it.

  • Erica Cohen

    Dear Kristen Stewart,

    Im a poet and professor at UCLA, and thought you might be interested in what some of my poet friends (most of whom also teach and are otherwise very accomplished) and I have been writing on Facebook about your recent poem published in Marie Claire. This is partly to address the apparently universal opinion by journalists most of whom seem to not know anything about literature that this is a terrible poem.

    My own initial post went like this: The second stanza isnt horrible. Worst part of the poem are those awful adjectives! Stupid Beats. What I meant by this was that the words digital (applied to moonlight), scrawled when linked to neon (neon is a much overused word by poets who want to sound like Beatniks) and abrasive (applied to organ pumps) werent working for me. I also didnt like the word ubiquitously especially since everything up until that point was in the singular ubiquitously seems to suggest some sort common element among many parts. Not a big fan of Whilst either.

    But I thought the second stanza was very delicate with sound play parked and Marfa are good off-rhymes (I heard the word barf in there somehow) and there is some nice alliteration in Devils not done digging / Hes speaking in tongues all along the pan handle / and this pining erosion etc. And I like the broken syntax and quick movements in perspective theres little to no punctuation and most people cant pull that off. And the line Hes speaking in tongues all along the pan handle is very evocative to me and seems to explain some of the eccentricities of syntax and vocabulary in the first verse!

    Anyway, so some of the other comments that came in here quite interesting. Im not going to give the poets names since I havent asked their permission for this (Im writing this quite quickly), but a female poet in New York wrote: I dont think its bad at all. Its better than 90 percent of the poems in the first batch of my intro to creative writing class. I just read three different poems about a football game. Three different young men.

    Another poet here in Los Angeles he studied linguistics and works at Google wrote For someone who never went to high school, I think Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps shows a pretty promising imagination. I think what he means is that there is genuinely Surrealist element in the first stanza abrasive organ pumps could have been written by Antonin Artaud and has some real shock value. This same poet wrote (in response to some negative commentary on the FB feed):

    Not sure why folks are hating on this poem. Its young, but the more I read it, the more I like it. For someone just starting out, it isnt overly freighted with expectations of what a poem should do or be. If its beat, its more Bolinas or young Bernadette than hortatory elder beat. That first line is weird and inspired. And moonlight strafing the foothills, nicely observational.

    [Bernadette is Bernadette Mayer, a prominent New York poet associated with the Lower East Side.]

    Another poet wrote: I like the title! Thats pretty cool since Im not sure if I can get behind the title (unless I read it as extremely pop/campy in that Jeff Koons way). He actually wrote earlier on his own FB feed that he liked the title (thats where I learned about your poem).

    The defenses continued to roll in, even for the unusual adverbs. One poet, a teacher at a prominent college and co-editor of a major publisher of poetry, wrote: Hm. I actually like the weirdness and energy and if youre going to have an adverb at all why not go with kismetly. I say go for it Ms. Stewart.

    This same poet later wrote in response to a post that compared you to James Franco (Francos writing took a lot of digs on our feed, with no defenders): No, honey, this is yards better than the few Franco pieces Ive seen. But theres lots of different types of poets and poems in the world.

    You found your strongest defender in a poet, editor and teacher at a major university in the Midwest. She wrote:

    I actually think this poem is TERRIFIC. I guess theres something wrong with me. It has a great punchy energy, its strange, and I never know where its going next. I would put stars all over this poem if it were turned in in my class Also the language isnt boring kismetly and ubiquitously have a nice feel to them. I think this is pretty great.

    So you see, there are a lot of qualities to your poem that really come out when you think about them. Ive come around to liking your strange adverbs, and love it when people invent words. (The great Russian poet Mayakovsky once wrote that the creation of a neologism is a revolutionary act.)

    My advice would be if you really want to do something with poetry is stay away from that terrible tendency in Hollywood (not just among actors writing, but mostly) to litter your poems with decadent sex and booze stories Charles Bukowski is

  • Erica Cohen
  • An interpretation

    Line-by-line Breakdown of Kirsten Stewarts My Heart is a Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole
    12 Wednesday Feb 2014
    Posted by Joey Jones in Poetry ? Leave a Comment
    Tagsclose reading, Freedom Pole, Kirsten Stewart, My Heart is a Wiffle Ball, Poetry
    These are some notes towards an interpretation of My Heart is a Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole by Kirsten Stewart. At first it seems quite oblique, but I think cumulatively the poem is about how she is isolated with and alienated from the person she loves: she looks for signs of affection, knowing she cant hold on to them: they pore out her porous heart, and yet she is drunk on these tiny morsels. This is what it is to love the man who says he is a rock, an island.

    //My Heart is a Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole//
    Wiffle balls are light and perforated. This image of the pierced heart that cannot hold its blood (feelings?) is the key to this poem. The freedom pole is the cohering image for the second part of the poem, and represents isolation-as-freedom.

    //I reared digital moonlight//
    She cultivated a habit of staying inside, at night or in day with curtains drawn, in the glare of a screen. More figuratively, she has isolated herself, but superficially she is in company. On the internet we are all together, alone.

    //You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black//
    Following the image, You read the clock on the laptop, it was obvious what time it was. To the recipient of the poem it was clear what she was like.

    //Kismetly ubiquitously crest fallen//
    She (or is it you? does this modify the previous or the next line?) felt disappointed, but more than that, that her disappointment permeated everything and was inevitable. In second reading, its obvious now that the initial sentence that emerged in her mind was kismetly crest fallen, which is perhaps too alliterative for the sentiment. The jarring ubiquitously breaks this up, the dissonance of structure reinforcing the mood of the line.

    //Thrown down to strafe your foothills//
    This is a nice extended metaphor: she has fallen off the crest, and is side-stepping in the foothill below your great heights.

    //Ill suck the bones pretty.//
    Shell try to make the most out of the poor situation but she knows its impossible. You literally cant suck bones pretty.

    //Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps//
    The discrete pumpings of an organ (the heart) are abrasive and perforated: it hurts for her heart to beat and each beat is made weaker/futile by your presence.

    //Spray painted everything known to man,//
    The blood sprays out the perforated heart, coating everything. This is spray which has painted, not a spray-painting. Stewart again re-enlivens a dead metaphor.

    //Stream rushed through and all out into
    Something /
    Her life-blood (cleverly never directly alluded to but implied by the unifying heart metaphor), pumps into the wiffle ball heart and streams out into a known unknown.

    /Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
    Through our windows boarded up//
    So, the light outside starts to break in and disturb the self-imposed darkness. (This being stuck inside thing is the second unifying metaphor)

    //He hit your flint face and it sparked.//
    So, the sun was a metaphor for another man, who starts to impose on this unhealthy relationship. He strikes the you sparking (great imagery here) something

    //And I bellowed and you parked//
    Shes perturbed by the fighting (which might or might not be figurative) and you held your ground.

    //We reached Marfa.//
    A town in Texas, in the middle of a desert. While this town was probably chosen because she was writing this poem during a road trip, the town itself is another metaphor for the freedom pole.

    //One honest day up on this freedom pole//
    Calls to mind the Simeon stylites on their poles in the desert. Freedom as isolation. Marfa in the desert, together alone.

    //Devils not done digging
    Hes speaking in tongues all along the pan handle//
    Despite (or because of) isolating themselves further, their relationship continues to be racked with misunderstandings.

    //And this pining erosion is getting dust in
    My eyes//
    This erosion of their relationship is painful but also makes it harder for her to see the situation clearly.

    //And Im drunk on your morsels//
    But shes still in thrall to him: drunk on even the tiny morsels of attention/love/??? that he gives her or that she reads into what he says.

    //And so I look down the line//
    And so she doesnt seek an alternative to this life shes found herself in

    //Your every twitch hand drum salute
    Salutes mine //
    She looks to his tiny movements for a sign of affirmation” re blogged from GC


    So, technically speaking, this means she can’t do s*it.

  • An interpretation


    No you are wrong- real poets loved her poem !

  • Nick

    Ok actress, terrible poet.

  • Revanist

    It’s strange. I don’t think I really grasped it the first time through, it felt mostly liked mismatched words and looked up adjectives, but the more I read it, the more I really feel I kinda get it. Not quite Shakespeare or anything, but I like it. The more I find out about her personality, and the more roles I see her in, the more I like her. Kind of awkward like me. I especially like her more serious roles like into the wild and fierce people, but she brings a unique spin to roles like adventure land as well. I even, much to my social dismay, quite enjoyed the twilight series. Still don’t like vamps sparkling though.

  • K

    @Erica Cohen: i highly doubt she cares about your stupid opinion.

  • Dad’s lil angel

    Im not a teacher or poet but I love Kristen.
    @ Haters

    Some ppl are saying that dis is a terrible poem nd u knw nothing nd bla bla bla.

    Temme something Haters.
    When you were 23 , u might have written so many poems , done movies and living of your own like Kristen ryt ?

    If yes den u may comment freely.

    U knw wt.
    If u cnt love someone den dnt hate dat person too.

    You ppl r just Jealous and nothing else.
    Whatever Kristen will do , you vl just hate it.

    First try to be at Kristen’s place and den speak sh*t.

    # Just love you Kristen.
    Im glad you dnt pay attention to dese kind of haters.
    God bless you !

  • lol

    It’s terrible that people who know NOTHING about poetry are acting all smart and hating on kristen behind their computer screens. It’s not that bad, and she didn’t go to a high school for god sakes. leave that girl alone. I thought her work was pretty good. GOOD JOB KRISTEN!!! <3

  • pat

    I luv kristen steawrt, so everyday I wonna no sometin about her, some ppl re jelouse of her dat dey turn 2 hite her,plse don’t hate her, if u don’t luv her, just leave her alone, n try 2 luv ureself, cos hating someone wil nt make u happy, n dn’t read abt her.

  • SMR

    “…one poet believes Stewart’s work shows some promise, and above all

  • Jay

    She gained weight. Plain jane never cared for her much. NEXT…


    Do you actually know about poetry? No? Then why are you even talking about how “bad” this poem is? >.<

  • blue skies

    This chick is nothing but trash. Not only is she trash but she is also very very ugly, yuk.

>>>>>>> staging1