Kristen Stewart's Poetry Will Make You Scratch Your Head



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Yesterday, we showed you Kristen Stewart's brand new Marie Claire cover, and its accompanying interview. In it, the actress insists that she stands by every mistake she's ever made, an obvious allusion to the highly publicized affair that sparked the downfall of her now defunct relationship with Robert Pattinson. We wonder if she feels the same way about her poetry?

The interviewer must have had coercion methods that would make Jack Bauer jealous, because he somehow managed to convince the notoriously timid actress to read him some of her poetry. "Oh my God, it’s so embarrassing," Stewart said, before busting out her prose. "I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She did, and the results are, well, interesting. So, without further ado, here's "My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole" by Kristen Stewart.


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 …


Okay, so even though we don't exactly know what she's talking about, it's kind of beautiful, right? Stewart wrote the poem while on a road trip with a friend, and she's done a good job at evoking the imagery associated with the open road. The rest is packed with metaphors, similes, and a lot more literary references that we could decode better had we paid attention in eighth grade poetry class. Instead, how about we have our own discussion in the comment section below? What does it all mean? Oh, and if we like your answers, you get to leave class early. (Marie Claire)