Blog # 20

Question # 10.) - Substitution (1)


original poem:                                (page 847 in Literature And It's Writers)
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody--Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise--you know!

How dreary--to be--Somebody
How public--like a frog--
To tell one's name--the livelong June--
To an admiring Bog!


I'm Nike! Who are you?
I'm Nike! Who are you?
Are you -- Nike--Too?
Then we're a pair of shoes!
Don't tell! they'd advertise us on TV!

How dreary--to be--a Shoe
How Humiliating--like a bath being forced onto a cat--
to be on one's feet--the lifelong Dream--
to the sharp rocks we're forced on!

Blog# 19

                                   Green tea and Honey

I am Lee. I am Lee. Lee I be. Do you like honey and tea? I do not like it. Lee I be. I do not like honey and tea. Do you like it here or there? I would not like it here or there, I would not like it anywhere. I do not like honey and tea, I do not like it. Lee I be. You do not like honey and tea? I do not like it, Lee I be. Could you, would you, with a goat? I would not, could not, with a goat. I will not, on a boat. Not in the dark, not in a tree, not in a car, you let me be! Lee! If you will let me be I will try it. you will see. Gee! I like honey and tea, I do!! I like it, I must thank thee.

blog #18

I pull up to my driveway, and walk into my house,

As the sun sets behind the walnut trees.
I see eyes of two dogs
Lock onto me.
They came out of my room and to the back door
To welcome me home from class.
I step over their chew toys and into my room
Where they were sleeping all day, lazily.
Their tails wag intensely; they’re excited
I’m home earlier than usual.
They fight for my attention, they’re jealous.
There’s no scratch behind the ear like mine.
In the kitchen,
One grows hungry, and heads to her food bowl leaving the other dog behind.
I decided to play with the dog that stayed,
For she was persistent,
She won’t stop shadowing me.
She is golden and a little grey
Her coat’s silky smooth
I scratch behind her floppy ear
Roughly, as if she had an itch.
Suddenly I thought
That if she had rabies I would soon be sent
To the hospital.

Blog # 16

Can Poetry matter?

               Gioia’s essay sums up that poetry is thriving more than ever before, but only in a subculture.

It seems to me that our culture is used to this idea of instant gratification; Instead of spending ages scanning through textbooks trying to find answers to our everyday questions, we simply use a Google search. If we feel like watching a specific type of movie, we can be seated and watching it on Netflix in less than 5 minutes. A poem has to be dwelled upon to retrieve what lies within, which takes time. The length of poems can diminish the average Joe’s desire to read it. If we’re Google searching for something, we tend to read the answers that are short and sweet; to the point.

There could be an number of reasons why poetry is dying for popular culture, but I could name a few that I  thinkt to be contributors. Reading used to be a prized skill. Long ago it wasn’t uncommon that someone in America couldn’t read, but now days it is. Being able to recite a famous poem made you seem intelligent, in today’s time it’s still impressive but, to me, it’s not what it used to be. When Russia launched Sputnik, America was in shock. Our government then decided to increase the math and science credits required to graduate, in order to give our space program a boost. This could of got in the way of the importance of other subjects like English.

People may think poetry is dead amongst popular culture, but I disagree. It is, however, different from the poetry we think of. The poetry I think of, at least, has a certain structure. The modern stuff that I see day to day, that I consider being poetry, are in TV shows, movies, videogames, social media sites, music, and nursery rhymes. A very popular TV show, madmen, recited Frank O’Hara in an episode; but this is the “old structure” I’m referring to. As I watched my cousin play his videogames, I noticed every time he died, a quote would appear while it was loading. I see Facebook pages with quotes on them all the time. I consider these “short and sweet” words of intense emotion and intelligence to be a form of poetry. poems were recited at funeral and weddings in the movies we discussed in class, and they were words of intense emotion. I can see how some people consider the lyrics of Rap music to be a form of poetry too. With all this said, I argue that poetry is a huge part of our everyday lives, and it does matter. It’s still a way to express emotions and make things sound better than the everyday sentences we’re used to.

Blog # 15

    /       u     /      u  /  u
Good morning Vietnam.

   /   u      /      /     /  u
 I'll get you, my pretties.

 u   /       u       /
 E.T. Phone home.

   /        u   /    /    u      /
 He's lookin' at you, kid.

    u   /       /     u    /    u     /
 Huston, we have a problem.

    u      /       u    /    /     u
 You can't handle the truth.

    u    /    u   /   u     /    u   /   /
 Life Is like a box of chocolates.

 /    u     /      u       /  u   /      u    /     u     /
 I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

   /      u     /     /    u      /     u      /   /     u    u    /  u     u       /
 the first rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club.

  /     /  u /     u   /       /       u
 A martini; shaken, not stirred.

    /           u        /
 Bond. James Bond.

   /      / u    /   /    u  /       /
 say hello to my little friend.

  /     u  /  u  /     /    u  / / u
 It's LeviOsa, not LevioSA.

    /     /     u  /
 This is Sparta

          The fall

 

The colorful leaves gliding through aromatic air

Like papers when the bell rings

Blog #13

Sonnet:

The girl ran as fast as she could

When she competed in the race
But then she slowed and stood
In front of the finish line; she changed her pace

The girl happened to be in first place

But she stopped and held out her hand
Until the others caught up; then stood face to face
The crowd smiled as they found out what was planned

They lined up side to side, held hands, and
At the same time, went through the finish line
The whole crowd thought it was grand
No one took first when they finished align

 This country of ours encourages competition

When really, working together should be our main mission