I was terrified of poetry when we began the unit. I hated the idea of having to do it and all I could feel was an incredible sensation of pressure. I didn’t want to mess with meter, form, image, special language that sounded fresh. Poems always appeared to be such refined little packets of supreme [...]
Archive for May, 2008
Unit Reflection
Posted in Uncategorized on May 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Poetry unit reflection
Posted in Uncategorized on May 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I was terrified of poetry when we began the unit. I hated the idea of having to do it and all I could feel was an incredible sensation of pressure. I didn’t want to mess with meter, form, image, special language that sounded fresh. Poems always appeared to be such refined little packets of supreme [...]
Reading as a writer: poetry
Posted in Uncategorized on May 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Nick Flynn, “Emptying Town,” p. 127 Legitimate Dangers
Flynn plays a lot with line breaks and the aspect of continuity in “Emptying Town.” He begins the poem by speaking about the emptying of Provincetown (a summer colony that literally does close down for the most part in the colder months) all in one stanza. The [...]
Two robins stand,
jump flutter fly drop
back to the ground.
Stand again.
Up they go once more, quivering bodies
touching in the free lofty air
above me. They fly
or wrestle, breasts swooshing orange
against the blue sky.
Their faces touch briefly
and part.
Coming together for a feathered instant
and then up and around they fly again
never staying still.
I pluck a flower from the earth,
hold [...]
Narrative vs. Confessional (taken from my statue)
Posted in Poetry, tagged confessional, narrative, poem, statue on May 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Statue
Narrative:
There it is.
Black cars stroll past and
black clothed people coast by it.
Day in, day out unnoticed.
Some remember it, a Virgin Mary,
but others know not his face.
None see his tears. Tumble and drop
out of that dying face.
The indentation of his clavicle and soft
crook of his elbow,
once homes of nests of birds
fore they moved, the homes [...]
Kafka thing on Helios once again rewritten
Posted in Poetry, tagged first born, form, kafka, meter on May 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Our father, god of sky
he chose not me but you.
Now you illuminate
mans joys and sorrows, you
the son born first and me
simply forgotten here.
You damn me with that crown
of light and sight. You rise
I fall. Neglect festers,
clouds cover me, broken.
Art-based poem
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged art, Frida, sonnet on May 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Separation
the painting i used, by frida kahlo: http://www.mart.trento.it/UploadImgs/1127_11__Kahlo___Il_piccolo_cervo.jpg
Not remote at all, but a short distance from her:
there, all is blue and quiet.
Silent sky could blur so easily
with the passive sea.
But they are separate, split to two
by the earth’s curvature, that sharp horizon.
She dotes on it, that cutting clarity so different
from her confusion. Better to see [...]
