This is how it goes... Being a senior of course I procrastinated with my poetry blog and was like "hey I'm old and Halloween is for the young so I can do it Sunday!" Then I started watching Shutter Island with Emily Kirk and Ellen Lenz my best friends and we fell asleep by nine. When I arrived to my house around ten knowing it was a school night I was suddenly kidnapped by gouls and goblins. Hence I'm not writing my blog this week. The end.
P.S. Happy Halloween
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Did Curiosity Kill the Cat?
According to Alastair Reid "Curiosity will not cause us to die- only the lack of it will." The reasoning is in the beginning of poem: the cat did not die because it was curious, it was just not lucky. When I read this poem I felt like it wasn't a poem at all but merely like reading someone's thoughts on death or curiosity. This is odd because I've been known as the one in my family that is the most curious and being curious has helped and hurt me. To be curious means you want more knowledge and that is the greatest thing of all, is to gain more knowledge. I agree it is " Only the curious have, if they live, a tale worth telling at all." Some of the most heroic or advanturous people had to be curious to begin their journey. Christopher Columbus, Martin Luther King Jr., even Helen Keller had to be curious, and it is their stories in which we learn about repeatedly in school. In the poem Reid personifies cats and dogs; it is as if the dogs and cats were human. Cats are the ones who are curious and live, and dogs are the ones who die with no story to tell and no life that was lived because to live you have to be curious. The conclusion of the poem is astonishing, Reid says, "dying is what the living do, and the dying is what the loving do- dying is what, to live, each has to do." You have to live to die and you have to die to live- even if that means you have to be curious. The poem starts off as a thought toward being curious and ends in how to live or die.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Some Words are Wallflower Words.
"Wallflowers" by Donna Vorreye sounds like it isn't about words, but it is. This poem brings words that aren't used to life by explaining how there are words that aren;t used very ofter and are the wallflowers of words. She uses words in the poem like gegenshein and zoanthropy which don't relate to the poem at all and mean almost nothing. It makes me think about why she wrore this poem. What made her think about unused words? The whole poem is a personification of words which makes in enteresting.
Behind on number six
For poetry response number six I choose to read and respond to "In Blackwater Woods," by Mary Oliver. This poem showed good imagery, I could picture the woods and I could feel myself in the poem. There is a lot of metaphores and personification. The trees come to life and wood is a person itself. The whole poem is three sentences broken up into nine stanzas each with four lines, this showed how the woods are so real and how it felt being in them. This poem is from a book by Mary Oliver called, American Primitive. It is a book of collected poems by her. The poem almost puts off a melonchally tone and could make you almost feel sad or maybe just relaxed. The part I thought most about is when she says, "... every pond no matter what its name is, is nameless now." It made me realize how true that could be and how things that once mattered could simply not matter anymore. "In Blackwater Woods" is an enteresting poem.
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