Seasons of Love
It’s funny how you can be lying
next to someone but still feel
Alone.
I ponder this as I toss curtains of rain
outside. This
Is how we’re the same as the
people; we can detect
When love wanes.
But when we cry, the whole world cries
With us. I hate making the world cry.
It sticks my leaves to the
pavement, or washes
Them away. But that’s what you’re
doing.
You take my reds, my yellows, my
browns, my oranges
And wisp them away with the white
of your frost.
You glaze my grass with icy
diamonds and stain my autumn air
With your frigid, falling stars.
On the bed you swimming in solitary
subconscious,
As I drip in loneliness.
And much like the ocean of white
sheets that blankets
The space between us, your
falling flakes tell me
There is no ‘us’ anymore.
Monday, May 28, 2012
critical 8
I got a lot of good feedback for my paper last Wednesday. The main thing I need to work on is how my philosophy of poetry is shown/relates to the poems I am writing about. I can do this by looking into the essays and deciding which one(s) fit. The other thing I need to work on is clarification with some of the quotes I used.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
poem 8b
Child of Rage- Dramatic monologue
When I found the baby birds, my new mommy told me
Not to play with them, because their mama wouldn’t
Want the babies if they were touched by somebody else.
Sometimes I think I’m like that. Like nobody wants me
Because Daddy touched me until I bled.
I still have those nightmares of me when I was one
Year old and Daddy falling on me and hurting me with
A part of himself.
And even though my new mommy and daddy tell me they
Love me, I don’t care. ‘Cause I know it’s all about being strongest.
Daddy was the strongest. That’s why he hurt me.
If you want to be the strongest you have to know
How to get rid of everybody that stands in your way. That’s why
I’m going to kill Jon.
I know he’s my brother but I’m the strongest so he has to die. Plus
He’s annoying. Mommy and Daddy are annoying too. They always
Tell me what to do, and I don’t like it, so
I’m going to kill them.
At bedtime they lock my door shut tight. They’re afraid
I’ll get out and hurt them and Jon. They know I want to kill them
At nighttime because I don’t like them seein’ me do it
But they can feel me do it.
My mommy and daddy are always making me
Mad. Like that one time when I was hitting Jon’s head
On the concrete floor in the basement.
I heard Mommy’s footsteps in the kitchen. Coming
To stop me. I couldn’t hide it ‘cause both me and Jon had blood
On us. Mommy is always stopping me from doing stuff.
She yells at me when I take her pins and poke
Jon and the dogs and kitties. I always poke a lot
Not a little bit.
There was one time I stole the knives from the kitchen. I was talking
To Mommy about them. “I don’t know where they are”,
I said with a smile. But I had them. I needed them so I could kill
Jon and Mommy with them.
And daddy.
They make me so mad.
That’s why when she wasn’t paying
Attention to me I went back to that bird’s nest. And I snap snap snapped
Their necks.
Critical 7
Death and losing a person to death is a reoccurring theme in several of the poems we have read this quarter. For my final paper I would like to focus on different views of death. I will be addressing a few poems we have read. Firstly I will be addressing A.E. Housman's "To An Athlete Dying Young". In this poem Housman suggests that it is better for a young athlete to die in their prime instead of aging and watching their accomplishments become insignificant. The next poem I would like to look at is "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas. Unlike Housman, Thomas expresses that people (specifically his father) should fight to stay alive. I will also be looking at "If We Must Die" by Claude McKay who expresses similar ideals to Thomas. The final poem I will be addressing is "Moonprint" by Denise Duhamel. This poem discusses the acceptance of death.
Friday, May 18, 2012
poem 8a
The Crowd -poem 1
It’s Wednesday night at Lucky’s
Sports Tavern, which means
$5 liquor pitchers. My eyes trail
through the endless, wall to wall
Crowd as the Lucky’s Lemonade
blankets my brain with a drowsy
Fog. My gaze is fastened to the
sea of heels, halter tops, tight skirts,
And the testosterone stares
attached to them.
Suddenly I’m winding my way
through the crowd, stumbling
Through the masses to my
destination: the jukebox.
I push through my inebriated haze
and select a song before returning
To my friends. The music begins
to fill the room and there is a pause when everyone hears,
“I threw a wish in the well; don’t
ask me I’ll never tell…”
And then the bar erupts.
Suddenly the frat boys and the
swim team girls, the broadcast kids and the
Weather geeks are one. Lucky’s
explodes with one phrase: “HEY, I JUST MET YOU,
AND THIS IS CRAZY, BUT HERE’S MY
NUMBER, SO CALL ME MAYBE!”
And now we’re not college students,
but one entity who can do nothing but
Sacrifice everything to make sure
every word of this song is as loud as possible.
And as every girl in the bar
jumps and sways to the music, I know
That there are days where every
girl here thinks “I’d trade my soul for a wish,
Pennies and dimes for a kiss”. And
sometimes on nights like tonight
When a summer breeze teases us
outside, we meet that guy
With the Cleveland baseball cap
but the jukebox and yearn to say,
“Hey, I just met you, and this is
crazy, but here’s my number, so
Call me maybe”.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
critical 6
Denise Duhamel uses several
different forms in her book “Ka-Ching”. She wrote a few sestinas in her book.
Specifically in the poem “Delta Flight 659” Duhamel ended each line with a word
that has ‘pen’ in it. This gave the poem a sort of obsessive feel to it. It
made it obvious that the poem was directed at Sean Penn, and made it seem like
she was accusing him in a way. The poem showed that her political beliefs
differed from his. This form also makes some of lines seem forced. For example,
at the end of the forth stanza Duhamel says, “…poets who waddle toward your icy
peninsula of glamour like so many menacing penguins”. This seems forced because
‘menacing penguins’ seem so random. Duhamel is limiting herself by making each
line ending with the word ‘pen’. This can
also confuse the reader and take away from the meaning of the poem. For
example, “Delta Flight 659” is about the war in Iraq, but the ‘menacing
penguins’ might distract the reader.
Unlike “Delta Flight 659” Duhamel
uses a different form in her poem “Hurricane Katrina”. Instead of a sestina she
took two quotes and mixes their words into a few different, disjointed phrases.
The quotes are “I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I’m sure…” said by
Katrina and the Waves. The second quote is, “George Bush doesn’t care about
black people” said by Kanye West. Her first choice in quotes alludes to
Hurricane Katrina because of the band title. The second one was said in
reference to President George Bush’s response after Hurricane Katrina hit New
Orleans. By just using these words Duhamel is greatly limiting what she can
say. The difficulty of this is shown in her poem. Specifically when she says, “Babies
care about babies”. It seems like all of the lines are supposed to relate to
Hurricane Katrina in some way, but this one doesn’t seem to. However, this form
does allow Duhamel to use language creatively. For example, she uses the word ‘wave’
in two different ways. She says, “The black waves didn’t care and went west.”
This alludes to the waves caused by the hurricane. She also says, “George Bush doesn’t
wave.” Here she uses waves like a person waving.
Another form Denise Duhamel uses
is a villanelle. She uses one in her poem “Please Don’t Sit Like a Frog, Sit Like
a Queen.” This poem is based off some graffiti she found in a bathroom. In this
poem the lines she repeats are “Remember to pamper, remember to preen” and “Don’t
sit like a frog, sit like a queen”. While
this helps her promote self pride in women and poke fun at what society things
women should be like, the rhyming limits how and what she can say. She is
limited to words that rhyme with ‘queen’ and ‘preen’. She also limited herself
to only using words that rhyme with ‘girl’ and ‘earl’. The rhyming and line
repeating force her to say things that don’t seem to go together. An example is
in the forth stanza. Duhamel says, “Smile, especially when you’re feeling mean.
Keep your top down when you take your car for a whirl.” These lines have
different topics. In one she is talking about hiding true feelings and/or being
the bigger person in a bad situation. In the other she is talking about
driving. In a way these lines contradict each other. In the first line she is
suggesting that women should put on a happy face and put aside what could be
bothering them. In the other, Duhamel is suggesting that women show off.
Friday, May 4, 2012
poem 6
I Think I Killed Hammer Time
“Stop! Hammer time!”
“Stop! Hammer time!”
The foreman called my way.
I turned to the crazed housewife
And said “I’m sorry I can’t stay.
My boss says we have to build
your deck
Or else we won’t get paid”.
She replies, “I know you want
money,
But don’t you wanna get laid?”
She reaches for my belt and I block
her as I say,
“You can’t touch this”.
She said,” Every time you see me that
Hammer’s just so hype”.
I said,” Ma’am that’s not true.
You’re really not my type.”
I move to the door as she emits a
cat-like hiss.
I say,” Get me outta here! You
can’t touch this!”
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