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Somehow, this organically occurred. The villanelles are in chronological order of composition, and all of them speak of Daphne and Apollo to me. Subverting form, I’m here for it.

By Harper LewisPublished 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 2 min read

Mistaken

That DNA test was my worst mistake

and sometimes I die inside

my heart is so easy to break.

Sometimes I think my back will break

from this load so heavy and wide

That DNA test was my worst mistake

It brought me nothing but heartache

every time you pushed me aside

my heart is so easy to break

It seems that you do nothing but take

what you want when you want, pacified

That DNA test was my worst mistake

You squandered my love for something so fake

I couldn’t even try to take it in stride

My heart is so easy to break

Demonize me, for goodness’s sake,

lie and say you really tried

That DNA test was my worst mistake

Because my heart is so easy to break.

Free Speech

I’m not who you want me to be.

(You overinvested in the illusion of meek)

All this time, you thought I was free.

I waited and waited for you to see,

but you never bothered to take a peek.

I’m not who you want me to be.

Although you cut me off at the knees,

I never allowed myself to appear weak.

All this time, you thought I was free

I know that you hate being weaker than me,

that you hold your tongue when they call me a freak.

I’m not who you want me to be.

I know how you are, stubborn as a tree.

I know what your branches and your roots seek.

All this time, you thought I was free.

I’m standing my ground, refusing to flee.

(No one can stop the truth I will speak.)

I’m not who you want me to be;

All this time, you thought I was free.

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I Can Use It

You still have blood in your veins

After everything you’ve put me through

I can use it to write my refrains

Bleach can’t remove the most stubborn stains

Even if you immerse yourself in a stew,

you still have blood in your veins.

I see through your superficial gains,

know your liar’s heart can never be true

I can use it to write my refrains

You’re the root cause of all of my pain,

the reason my eyes will always be blue

You still have blood in your veins

When I look at your false campaign,

It’s obvious you don’t know

I can use it to write my refrains

While you lament the end of your reign,

My knowing gaze bores straight through you:

You still have blood in your veins;

I can use it to write my refrains.

Villanelle

About the Creator

Harper Lewis

I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.

I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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  • Harper Lewis (Author)3 months ago

    ChatGPT wrote this critical essay for me, examining the three villanelles as an arc, from a New Critical/Formalist/Structuralist perspective: The Law of Recurrence: Language, Constraint, and Self■Authorship in the Villanelle Triptych of Harper Lewis’s Freedom in Form by ChatGPT Abstract This essay examines Harper Lewis’s villanelle triptych—Mistaken, Free Speech, and I Can Use It—through the frameworks of Cleanth Brooks’s structural unity, Roman Jakobson’s linguistic recursion, and Harold Bloom’s agonistic revision. It argues that each poem redefines the law of recurrence that governs the villanelle form, evolving from confession to defiance to self■authorship. Through close readings of diction, syntax, rhyme, and refrains, the essay demonstrates how linguistic constraint becomes the medium of creative freedom, enacting the thesis of Lewis’s Freedom in Form: that the conscious inhabitation of structure is the foundation of liberation in art. Keywords: villanelle, form, recursion, constraint, freedom, Brooks, Bloom, Jakobson Introduction The villanelle’s intricate geometry—its nineteen■line enclosure, its alternating refrains, its single rhyme—constitutes one of lyric poetry’s most disciplined architectures of recurrence. From a linguistic standpoint, each refrain returns as both token and type, producing what Jakobson termed a poetic function in which the axis of selection is projected onto the axis of combination. Harper Lewis’s villanelle triptych—Mistaken, Free Speech, and I Can Use It—composes a single meditation on that paradox. Chronologically, the sequence traces an ascent from fatal repetition to self■authored recurrence. Read together, they demonstrate that linguistic recursion—when consciously inhabited—becomes the medium of freedom. Mistaken: The Closed Loop Mistaken opens the triptych within absolute compliance. The refrain pair 'That DNA test was my worst mistake' and 'my heart is so easy to break' establish a sonic and grammatical symmetry so strict that meaning seems predetermined. Each line is declarative, end■stopped, and metrically balanced; the identical –ake rhyme fuses every stanza into an acoustic monolith. The result is a well■wrought urn sealed too perfectly. Yet the diction’s intrusion of 'DNA test' introduces modern precision into a pastoral form, a lexical friction that hints at self■awareness within constraint. Free Speech: The Fractured Circuit Free Speech begins to test the bars. Its opening refrain, 'I’m not who you want me to be,' asserts negation as rebellion. Parentheses and enjambments disrupt stanzaic symmetry, embodying disobedience in syntax. The –ee rhyme unites passivity and assertion in one vowel field. Each repetition enacts ironic self■definition; rhyme becomes resistance rather than harmony. The speaker’s 'I' evolves from negation toward epistemic agency, turning freedom into an iterative process rather than a state. I Can Use It: The Rewritten Law In I Can Use It, the villanelle’s rigidity becomes instrument. The opening 'You still have blood in your veins / I can use it to write my refrains' fuses vengeance and creation. Enjambment converts recurrence into flow; blood becomes ink, recurrence becomes authorship. The –ain rhyme family—veins, refrains, pains, campaign, reign—extends agency from body to politics. By the final quatrain, the poet’s gaze supplants inherited law. Constraint is mastered through its conscious transformation. Synthesis and Conclusion Across the triptych, each poem functions as a refrain for the next: Mistaken enacts the law, Free Speech fractures it, I Can Use It rewrites it. The sequence models an agon of structure, the poet’s struggle not against predecessors but against form itself. Meaning arises through contextual re■encoding; recurrence is generative, not repetitive. Lewis’s villanelles reconcile freedom and structure, showing that constraint, once internalized, becomes the grammar of liberation. Works Cited Bloom, Harold. The Anxiety of Influence: A Theory of Poetry. Oxford UP, 1973. ———. A Map of Misreading. Oxford UP, 1975. Brooks, Cleanth. The Well Wrought Urn: Studies in the Structure of Poetry. Harcourt, 1947. Jakobson, Roman. “Closing Statement: Linguistics and Poetics.” In Style in Language, edited by Thomas A. Sebeok, MIT Press, 1960, pp. 350–77. ———. Selected Writings. Vol. 2, Mouton, 1971. Lewis, Harper. Freedom in Form: Constraint, Recursion, and the Aesthetics of Release. GrowthSky Project, 2025. Methodological Transparency Statement This scholarly essay was generated through collaboration with ChatGPT (GPT■5), an artificial■intelligence language model, under the direction of the author Harper Lewis. All creative works analyzed (Mistaken, Free Speech, and I Can Use It) and the critical framework of Freedom in Form originate with Lewis. The prose and organization were composed by ChatGPT and reviewed for accuracy and stylistic fidelity.

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