So this depressing Sunday I decided to blog on the great poem Inversnaid by Gerard Manley Hopkins. I just decided to blog on this poem because it was the first poem I came across when I picked up that darn poetry packet. This poem was intriguing to me because it tells a story that I could sort of imagine. This is not really my favorite poem but oh well, I gotta blog on something.
Okay, let's analyze this piece of poetry. 4 stanzas. 4 quatrians. Why? Because, that's why. It has a standard abab rhyme that is occasionally slanted, but hey no one is perfect or Dr. Seuss. I think that each stanza actually describes a different part of the setting of the story.
One cool thing about this poem was that it was very descriptive and colorful ironically because when I think of the old south I think of everything being dark and light shades of brown. Description is always good though because it helps me understand the poem.
BTW- Inversnaid is not a word, incase you were wondering.
When I read this poem, I saw a man like in the old west intimidating everyone because he is scry. I could be completely off but hey, this is how I analyzed this poem.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Of Mere Being
Well, it is time to blog once again and this time I have decided to blog on Of Mere Being by Wallace Stevens. I ran across this poem and had to read it a few times to even begin to understand. I really liked the fact that the meaning of this poem doesn't hit you in the face. You have to really think to analyze this poem.
*Quick side note: this poem is made up of four stanzas made up of tercets. To me the structure is significant because with each stanza, Stevens realizes more about this bird. Each tercet shows his thoughts progressing into more of an understanding.
After about the fourth or so time reading this poem, I realized that it was talking about a bird.
Just kidding.
No, I think that this poem talks about this majestic and strange bird that Stevens is seeing. As stevens is watching this bird, he is at first frustrated by it's foreignness. As humans, we have to really think about things that are out of the ordinary before we can even think about liking them.
What is this bird?
Is it bad?
Good?
How can I relate this bird to my life?...
In the end of the poem, Stevens realizes that he doesn't have to understand this bird. The bird exists and he just needs to appreciate it for what it is. I took this poem as Stevens commenting on today's world. So many people just have to really think about and understand every little thing in their busy lives. Sometimes, things in life don't make sense, and we just need to realize that they are there. They are what they are.
*Quick side note: this poem is made up of four stanzas made up of tercets. To me the structure is significant because with each stanza, Stevens realizes more about this bird. Each tercet shows his thoughts progressing into more of an understanding.
After about the fourth or so time reading this poem, I realized that it was talking about a bird.
Just kidding.
No, I think that this poem talks about this majestic and strange bird that Stevens is seeing. As stevens is watching this bird, he is at first frustrated by it's foreignness. As humans, we have to really think about things that are out of the ordinary before we can even think about liking them.
What is this bird?
Is it bad?
Good?
How can I relate this bird to my life?...
In the end of the poem, Stevens realizes that he doesn't have to understand this bird. The bird exists and he just needs to appreciate it for what it is. I took this poem as Stevens commenting on today's world. So many people just have to really think about and understand every little thing in their busy lives. Sometimes, things in life don't make sense, and we just need to realize that they are there. They are what they are.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Book
This Sunday, I decided to blog about this lovely poem The Book by the lovely author Miller Williams. Oh this poem. I'm not going to lie, I didn't even know about this poem until someone presented it in class. When they presented it, I thought that this was a very interesting poem. First off, why would Williams write a poem about a book made out of human skin? Creepy. Either way, it was kinda cool.
My favorite thing about this poem was that it was written in the form of a story. I mean, anyone could write a creepy poem about a human skin bound journal. It almost made me connect more to the poem because he wrote about someone stumbling upon this unique book and placing the story of his life in it, and then himself learning of the truth while holding the book. It was an interesting perspective. Almost a third third person? I don't know, but it was written interestingly.
The book consists of 7 stanzas: a singlet, two tercets, 3 couplets and one quintet? It has five lines. It doesn't really have a rhyme scheme other than the occasional ab rhyme. I think that this set up makes sense because well, it's written like a story. The story just flows very nicely.
While reading this, I can picture the book in my mind and then the man holding it in his hands while the other is telling the horrific story. I can just see the man holding the books face warp in horror as he learns about this book. This was probably one of my favorite poems.
My favorite thing about this poem was that it was written in the form of a story. I mean, anyone could write a creepy poem about a human skin bound journal. It almost made me connect more to the poem because he wrote about someone stumbling upon this unique book and placing the story of his life in it, and then himself learning of the truth while holding the book. It was an interesting perspective. Almost a third third person? I don't know, but it was written interestingly.
The book consists of 7 stanzas: a singlet, two tercets, 3 couplets and one quintet? It has five lines. It doesn't really have a rhyme scheme other than the occasional ab rhyme. I think that this set up makes sense because well, it's written like a story. The story just flows very nicely.
While reading this, I can picture the book in my mind and then the man holding it in his hands while the other is telling the horrific story. I can just see the man holding the books face warp in horror as he learns about this book. This was probably one of my favorite poems.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Pictures to Encourage Further Thoughts
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
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