Sunday, January 30, 2011
Reading Myself by Robert Lowell
This poem is really a self-reflection. Lowell uses metaphors to express his ideas. First is the metaphor of fire. The size of the fire seems to correspond with the value or the popularity of a piece of writing. He says he knows how to set a "river on fire". This would imply that he is a good writer, but he precedes this comparison with "memorized the tricks". This is almost like cheating. He is basically saying that he has memorized the tricks of others have come up with, that his appearance of greatness is a facade. Little of his merit is based on his original ideas. The other major metaphor he uses is the bee building the beehive. In essence, he is saying that no writer's work is done until he gives everything to it. And even then there is no guarantee that the work will be permanent.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The Book
Every time I moved
the memories were shelved
like an old book
rarely to be removed
Part of my past
locked between covers
of the volume of my history
meant to last
But life goes on
among the pages
stories infinitely expand
heaping into a mountain
Years pass
the book is opened
finally the stories
are revealed in mass
The people I know
some exactly as they were
some changed by time
some who no longer show
And the memories
well remembered or
vague and needing prompt
come flooding in as stories
The beginnings
of the stories
are vivid
but the endings
The endings are
not yet complete
they are continuously
written with care
The visit is over
the book is shelved
the stories once again
trapped beneath the cover
Waiting patiently for me
to pull down the book
and reminisce
about my history.
the memories were shelved
like an old book
rarely to be removed
Part of my past
locked between covers
of the volume of my history
meant to last
But life goes on
among the pages
stories infinitely expand
heaping into a mountain
Years pass
the book is opened
finally the stories
are revealed in mass
The people I know
some exactly as they were
some changed by time
some who no longer show
And the memories
well remembered or
vague and needing prompt
come flooding in as stories
The beginnings
of the stories
are vivid
but the endings
The endings are
not yet complete
they are continuously
written with care
The visit is over
the book is shelved
the stories once again
trapped beneath the cover
Waiting patiently for me
to pull down the book
and reminisce
about my history.
Song of Powers by David Mason
This poem seems childish at first glance, but it becomes darker upon closer examination. Mason uses "Rock, Paper, Scissors" as a model for this poem. Because this game is childish, the poem is playful. But then Mason uses words like "crush" "reams" and "ethereal". These words are defiantly a bit more intense than a childhood game. These words, crush especially, are associated with power in the real world. This makes the poem seem more serious. I think that Mason is really getting at the idea that no power is absolute. All powers have some weakness. I think he is saying that fighting will get us nowhere but will leave us alone. The poem's structure is not overly complicated. It has three sections for each of the powers and a final section to emphasize the loneliness. This poem was interesting, but it wasn't my favorite.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
It was a dream by Lucille Clifton
I don't quite know what to make of this piece. I think it is about the "greater self" or conscience coming through in a dream. It is accusatory and points out all the flaws of the speaker's life. Clifton's poem is free verse with no consistent rhyme pattern or rhythm. She also doesn't capitalize anything except the last line. The last line is what the greater self is telling the speaker she could have done. This makes sense to emphasize. Clifton also emphasizes the last line with the punctuation. "This. This. This." It makes the last line very forceful. As a whole, Clifton uses a lot of imagery. When I read the poem, I thought of Ursula from "The Little Mermaid." I know she is not exactly akin to a conscience, but she can be very angry. I pictured her underwater with her hair fanned out and her face is red from screaming. It's not exactly a pretty picture, but I think it captures the image created by the poem well.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
The Book by Miller Williams
"The Book" by Miller Williams is a bit morbid. The poem is about a book that a man found that was blank. The man kept it as a diary and later found out that it was bound in human skin. The man tells this to the speaker in the poem while the speaker holds it. I can't find any experience in Williams' life that would inspire a piece like this. He was born in 1930, so he would have been 15 when WWII started, but I don't think he served any time. He completed his master's in '52, at age 22. By this, I would assume that Williams didn't take any time off from school in order to serve. This poem was published with a collection of others. Several poems had central themes of death and suicide. For some reason, Williams wrote many depressing pieces around this time. The most interesting part of this poem is how the speaker reacts. Initially, the speaker is curious, fascinated with this morbid item. He wonders whose skin and who did it. Slowly, horror grows in the speaker. He is horrified that he once found the book beautiful. The way that Williams writes the reaction helps the reader visualize it: the fifth stanza is about who the skin is from. This leads naturally to the fourth stanza which is about who would do this. Finally, the sixth stanza shows the thoughts as the gravity of the book sinks in. This progression really gets Williams' idea across and is really the whole point of the poem. The lines leading up to these stanzas are all background information.
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