David Mason Sporting a very nice vest
Free Spirited Paper (also all alone)
Scissors - man (very lonely)
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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David Mason Sporting a very nice vest
Free Spirited Paper (also all alone)
Scissors - man (very lonely)
Song of the Powers
This week, I am on time but still a little sad about the giant zero that I have in the gradebook where my grade from last weeks blog should go. I should speak to Mrs. White in regards to that if I can remember. Anyways this week I have decided to blog on Song of the Powers by David Mason.
***Sidenote, I just typed up a whole paragraph and the computer exited out of Safari. I just thought that I would let anyone who reads this know the nonsense that I have to go through to blog about these nice poems.
Back to poetry blogging: As I was flipping through my poetry packet half an hour ago, I came upon this nice little poem called Song of the Powers. It looked nice enough, and I thought to myself "hey this poem is about rock, paper, scissors. Kaya, you know a lot about rock, paper, scissors and I think that you should try blogging on this poem." Thus, here I am blogging about a poem about rock, paper, scissors but not because it would be easy... I would like to further analyze this game and poetry. Go poetry.
This poem is made up of 4 stanzas. With many lines. I would love to tell you how many lines are in each stanza but I don't recall getting my sub work with all of my poetry notes back so, so much for that. The cool thing about this poem was that the first three stanzas focus one by one on the aspects of rock paper scissors:
Stanza One: The rock which has power alone. It has no other "power" and it's all alone.
Stanza Two: The paper which has words? It is very smart and free spirited (so obviously it's not lined paper) Oh and it's alone too.
Stanza Three: The scissors which have meanness. They hare two knives stuck together ready to kill the dreams of the poor free paper. These scissors, though they are 'these', are also alone.
The third stanza tells of the timeless battle between the three; strength, freedom, and evil dreamcrushing. They all prepare themselves for battle but for what? Yes of course, one will win but who will it share it's victory with? The answer is no one because the rock, the paper, and the scissors are alone as essentially we all are. Maybe Mason didn't grow up having any friends, or many friends but still felt very alone. Poor Mason probably could use a hug. This poem, to me, seemed like a lot of talk about these three objects and their strengths, but it was pretty much about loneliness.
***Sidenote, I just typed up a whole paragraph and the computer exited out of Safari. I just thought that I would let anyone who reads this know the nonsense that I have to go through to blog about these nice poems.
Back to poetry blogging: As I was flipping through my poetry packet half an hour ago, I came upon this nice little poem called Song of the Powers. It looked nice enough, and I thought to myself "hey this poem is about rock, paper, scissors. Kaya, you know a lot about rock, paper, scissors and I think that you should try blogging on this poem." Thus, here I am blogging about a poem about rock, paper, scissors but not because it would be easy... I would like to further analyze this game and poetry. Go poetry.
This poem is made up of 4 stanzas. With many lines. I would love to tell you how many lines are in each stanza but I don't recall getting my sub work with all of my poetry notes back so, so much for that. The cool thing about this poem was that the first three stanzas focus one by one on the aspects of rock paper scissors:
Stanza One: The rock which has power alone. It has no other "power" and it's all alone.
Stanza Two: The paper which has words? It is very smart and free spirited (so obviously it's not lined paper) Oh and it's alone too.
Stanza Three: The scissors which have meanness. They hare two knives stuck together ready to kill the dreams of the poor free paper. These scissors, though they are 'these', are also alone.
The third stanza tells of the timeless battle between the three; strength, freedom, and evil dreamcrushing. They all prepare themselves for battle but for what? Yes of course, one will win but who will it share it's victory with? The answer is no one because the rock, the paper, and the scissors are alone as essentially we all are. Maybe Mason didn't grow up having any friends, or many friends but still felt very alone. Poor Mason probably could use a hug. This poem, to me, seemed like a lot of talk about these three objects and their strengths, but it was pretty much about loneliness.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Praise In Summer
This week, i am a little late on blogging; oops. Well either way i'm blogging now and about a very ... poemy poem that I am not sure whether I like or not.
This fine day I am deciding to blog about the timeless Praise In Summer by Richard Wilbur, oh yeah. SO this poem was a little confusing to me, but on the bright side it is made up of 1 stanza; a 13set. One stanza. 14 lines. Anyways, this poem had a classic abab rhyme scheme so nothing impressive there. However, I found it interesting that Wilbur used said a couple times as well as rhyming with it. Not only did he use said, it was "I said" so i think that Wilbur was commenting on his views of the world.
I can't completely grasp the whole poems idea, but I feel like Wilbur is in a sense saying: Why question the immaculate beauty that is surrounding us when we can just enjoy it? I think he is right because the world is a beautiful place and it can be a waste of time to ask why when you could just enjoy the beauty. Duh. I mean Wilbur said it a lot more elegantly but I think he could have possibly said that.
Wilbur has a very nice way of writing which allows him to write about deep things and sound intelligent as well. He was probably a well educated person, or maybe someone not very bright but who has incredible spurts of enlightenment.
As the great Forrest Gump once said: "That's all i have to say about that."
This fine day I am deciding to blog about the timeless Praise In Summer by Richard Wilbur, oh yeah. SO this poem was a little confusing to me, but on the bright side it is made up of 1 stanza; a 13set. One stanza. 14 lines. Anyways, this poem had a classic abab rhyme scheme so nothing impressive there. However, I found it interesting that Wilbur used said a couple times as well as rhyming with it. Not only did he use said, it was "I said" so i think that Wilbur was commenting on his views of the world.
I can't completely grasp the whole poems idea, but I feel like Wilbur is in a sense saying: Why question the immaculate beauty that is surrounding us when we can just enjoy it? I think he is right because the world is a beautiful place and it can be a waste of time to ask why when you could just enjoy the beauty. Duh. I mean Wilbur said it a lot more elegantly but I think he could have possibly said that.
Wilbur has a very nice way of writing which allows him to write about deep things and sound intelligent as well. He was probably a well educated person, or maybe someone not very bright but who has incredible spurts of enlightenment.
As the great Forrest Gump once said: "That's all i have to say about that."
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Cotton Mouth Country
I am blogging on Cotton Mouth Country by Louise Gl(u with two dots above it)ck today because it was a nice poem that I felt like I understood well enough to blog about it. Even though this poem is pretty short, I really liked it because the use of only one octet keeps the poem one whole idea instead of drawing it out with multiple stanzas.
I also noticed how she capitalized death. To me, that made me think that she meant actual death with his black hood and sword thing. I'm not quite sure what Hatteras is so I am going to use my inferencing skills that I have been working on since I was in about third grade. I'm going to say that it is a large body of water that has fish in it.
I think that this poem is really cool because she is commenting on the world and how polluted and depressing it is. The world, I think, is not really a great place, I mean you have robbers and murderers and debt. So it's interesting that she says that "Birth, not death, is the hard loss" because it can be hard to bring something into a world that is hard and full of death and darkness. Okay, now i'm thinking that Gl(u with two dots above it)ck is a depressed person because even though I see her point, writing that was a tad bit depressing.
I also noticed how she capitalized death. To me, that made me think that she meant actual death with his black hood and sword thing. I'm not quite sure what Hatteras is so I am going to use my inferencing skills that I have been working on since I was in about third grade. I'm going to say that it is a large body of water that has fish in it.
I think that this poem is really cool because she is commenting on the world and how polluted and depressing it is. The world, I think, is not really a great place, I mean you have robbers and murderers and debt. So it's interesting that she says that "Birth, not death, is the hard loss" because it can be hard to bring something into a world that is hard and full of death and darkness. Okay, now i'm thinking that Gl(u with two dots above it)ck is a depressed person because even though I see her point, writing that was a tad bit depressing.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Much madness is divinest sense
This week I decided to blog on Much Madness is Divinest Sense by Emily Dickens. I actually didn't like this poem that much, nor did I find it interesting or intriguing in an any way. I will however, blog about and analyze this poem because Emily Dickens was pretty clever and interesting.
I think that in this poem, Dickens is addressing humanity as a whole and how we act in society. Humans tend to cling to what they call "normal" and claim that to be the status-quo and compare all else to that. I believe that this is a major fault in society. The best thing about being human is being unique because even though many people may act similar, they are still completely different.
Anyways, Dickens was obviously frustrated at the way that individuals were treated and so she spoke out about it through this poem. She uses some interesting vocabulary and words things interestingly but I get what she is talking about. Basically.
I think that in this poem, Dickens is addressing humanity as a whole and how we act in society. Humans tend to cling to what they call "normal" and claim that to be the status-quo and compare all else to that. I believe that this is a major fault in society. The best thing about being human is being unique because even though many people may act similar, they are still completely different.
Anyways, Dickens was obviously frustrated at the way that individuals were treated and so she spoke out about it through this poem. She uses some interesting vocabulary and words things interestingly but I get what she is talking about. Basically.
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