the poem is a dialogue written from my perspective (as a student) about how my care for design differs from those who own large factories which distribute a mass of objects “unethically”, the poem is between me and a personofied industrial villain say perhaps an owner of a large disposable vape manufacturer or a wasteful and unethical fashion retailer such as Shein. (FV). These so called Factory Villains have angered my generation with their unethical, wasteful practise and their overbearing desire to produce and sell goods. The poem asks the question of how and why these FVs are truly wrong when they do not ask these questions themselves yet depend on this industry in order to exist as human beings in the world we all live in today.
These factories are described as being at war with the planet which represents the urgency with which these manufacturers produce goods(like the expression arms race).
These factories are personified as a human being with human characteristics such as love, dislike and boredom. this means that they must earn a living just like most creatives, designers.
In my practice i feel beyond accountable for exactly what i make, i consider the pieces a part or an extension of myself.
In the poem i imagine FV is a maker like myself, and these products they are responsible for as their pieces are indirectly “touched” formed and hence represent them.
The poem summarises that i am able to criticise FV from a place of privilege as i have little issues which get between me and my design ethics. I would liked to have referenced my design education more but essentially “an enlightened middle-classian” was meant to create a sense of privileged obnoxious-ness.
Since the reader is meant to understand the reference as to the nature of FV then the statement beginning with “couldn’t you slave away for hours at a desk” is saying that my process is an inefficient means to earn money.
My opinions are portrayed to be ludicrous, “fantasy” yet in the closing lines of the poem i approach this fantasy as my mindset towards who i want to be as a designer right now. The confused(hopefully not too confusing) phrasing represents that though i may receive criticism myself and sympathy and it was my choice alone to allow this criticism to take place i will have to educate (design what i know) myself until i can decide on what i really want and am happy to work towards for the future knowing that i will be criticised much like FV.
The final line of the poem is written as a statement because i am projecting a will to learn and decide. The statement is meant to bring a fearless attitude to the very casual conversive poem.