The comments that you leave here will apply to the "Poetry In The Wild" column on our grade book.
You can score up to 30 points in the "Poetry In The Wild" column of our gradebook.
You can score 30 points of the total 30 by attending a meeting of LBCC's Poetry Club and writing an account, poetic or otherwise, about the meeting. Your post should be at least 200 words long. You might share about the student poetry you heard read and discussed at the meeting. You might share about any poetry writing tips one of the students received from the group. You might write about a great poem that was read, concentrating not only on the poem itself but also on the way it was read and the emotions expressed.
Your purpose with this post will be to let your readers know about what happens at the poetry club meetings. Are they fun? Informative? Fantastic?
Poetry Club meets Every Tuesday from 3 - 4 in the Hot Shot Cafe on campus.
Your review of the meeting will take care of all the points you need to score for the "Poetry In The Wild" assignment.
OPTION 2:
15 points.
You will discover a list of over 1000 different websites about poetry in the Google Directory linked to here:
http://www.google.com/Top/Arts/Literature/Poetry/
Please write a 200 word review in the comments area here of one of these sites. Let us know what audience the website might be useful for and how it might be useful.
If you decide to use OPTION 2 to score your Poetry In The Wild points you will need to write reviews about two websites.
OPTION 3 -- This is a single review for the full 30 points. 4/6/2011
Oregon's very own Poet Laureate is speaking in the Library Reading Room at 12:00 NOON. You may attend her reading/presentation and respond in 200 words here. You will receive the full 30 points of Poetry In The Wild points for visiting her reading and writing a 200 word response that you post here. Some thoughts to consider for your post might be:
How does watching and listening to this poet change your relationship to the poetry that you are experiencing?
How does the event touches both your mind and your heart?
Oregon's Poet Laureate will also be offering a workshop at 1:00 -- this is intended for people interested in learning more about writing poetry. You can also earn the full 30 points by responding to your experience attending this event and leaving your 200 word response. Please also include any lines of poetry you developed during the course of her lesson.
So, in summary: You can get the full 30 points for attending the 12:00 o'clock session or the 1:00 o'clock session. If you attend both you still get just the maximum 30 points.
Option 4: This is a brief discussion of your visit to the Open Source Club for 30 points. Please also include a haiku or a limerick.
On Tuesdays, at 2:00 PM some students are getting together NSH 208 to learn about something called The Open Source Software Movement. You can earn 30 points of Poetry In The Wild Points if you visit the meeting and write a poem about any aspect of your experience sharing interest in the topic and learning about it. You can write any kind of poem that you believe will express your impressions in the way that you wish to.
OPTION 5: Love lies and lunacy response 30 points
OPTIONS 6: Write about how a movie, story or play incorporates poetry. 30 points.
OPTION 7: Discuss any set of song lyrics as poetry. What do they gain if we read them without the music? What do they lose when the music is taken away? 30 points.
DEADLINE: WEDNESDAY OF WEEK 10.
You will need to leave something like your name here so that I will know who you are. It's best not to go leaving your name on-line willy nilly all over the Internet so here are some ways for you to let me know who wrote the comment without you leaving a "searchable" trace that will follow you forever:
If your name is Daniel Silversmith, I would be able to credit your post if you leave: Silver-smeeth, D.
Note the hyphen, the slight change in spelling and the use of the initial. All of those alterations will protect your identity online from strangers but allow me to know which person you are in my class.
If your name was Tracy Allen, I could credit a post by Tracee Arlen. Get the idea? As long as the actual initials are correct and the sound is pretty close, I should be able to figure this out.
You might also just scramble the letters in your name leaving the first and last letters the same. My name looks like this when I scramble it:
Crhis Reisely
That's never going to be discovered by a search for my actual name but you can recognize it well enough.
So... just leave your comment here and your points will get added to the gradebook. Remember that you need to score 30 points on the "Poetry in the Wild" assignment. You can visit the Poetry Club once or review two of the poetry websites linked to the in the Google Directory above.
As I sit waiting in the back reading section of the library for the poetry club to start, there is a fatigued but quiet anticipation in the air. Next to me sits a staff member taking count of the back of her eye lids. Another patron sits quietly pondering the magazine in her lap while unconsciously nibbling at the tip of her thumb nail. Furiously pounding away at their keyboard like it has caused a personal unforgivable offense, a man works on a paper. There are a few others. Some are working on homework; others flaunt the movie they watch on a tiny phone in obliviousness. Meanwhile the girl sitting next to him is yearning to see what’s more interesting than her as she is draped over his arm. They quickly leave as they learn what is about to transpire. Personally, I don’t know what to expect. When I think of poetry clubs, I think of movies like “The Dead Poet Society” or “So I Married an Axe Murderer”. There is a small dread in the pit of my stomach.
ReplyDeleteAs Chreece, the man who invited me, enters with two unknown guests, they quickly expunge the other occupants with questions of, “Would you like to join our poetry club meeting today?” Moving aside the tables and arranging the chairs into a circle, Chreece injures a participant that dreads the stay. As the nine people gather, filling in the spots of the newly minted but well remembered circle, Candace shares a poem to start. “Limelight”. It expresses how being in the open and unadulterated sunlight is better than that of the reflected or unnatural light. A small discussion goes on about the beauty of being in the natural light.
L’gordonwe takes the stage. Somber in attitude he gently and quietly starts off reading with his head down. His body language shows that he is closed off, but the words he expresses are his soul laid bare. The choices that he wishes could be made over again. His piece that I titled “Next time” stills all mouths as he increases his cadence and volume.
Expressing slight timidity, Margaret follows up with the thought of listening. As we listen to her, I hear a curtain that lightly flutters between her deeper understanding of the words that flow forth, and the images that grow in my own remembrances of when I have failed to listen.
Chreece now shares. There is a minor quiver in his voice as he reads the words which recall the memories that make his emotions swell. Though he keeps on with a smooth staccato that brings forth the very winter; we feel the crisp air and the bitter chill. The very elements he experienced out in wild mountains. Surviving by the very wood he hand chopped and carried to keep his family warm. We all remember to breathe when spring comes.
Getting up to leave early so I can keep my next deadline, I feel a sense of regret. What is the next person going to share? What vivid landscape of emotions and thoughts am I now going to miss? This was nothing like what I had in mind. As I sit here typing this, I can’t help but think that these few are true wordsmiths. They don’t just scribble down ink. They put immense thought and effort into each sentence, each word, and each mark on the paper. It is felt. I don’t know if I’ll be attending their next meeting, but I know that I won’t think of poetry clubs the same way anymore. And if I’m ever invited to another meeting, it won’t be with thoughts of dread.
“London Calling”
Thank you so very "London Calling". I hope the ice age is not coming. (One of my favorite songs of all time, btw, saw them live, twice. And met them back stage. Long story.) That was an excellent review and dare I say I believe you to be an excellent writer. You make Chreese proud. With your permission, may I share this with the group at the beginning of the next poetry meeting? There is poetry in what you have written.
ReplyDeleteQuiet chatter amongst two men fill the gap that is normally known as silence. When I came into the library, I wasn't expecting to be semi-eavesdropping on a conversation; I was expecting there to be nobody in the Reading Room. I wanted some alone time before - I am actually nervous. I'm wondering if they're here for the club meeting or not. This is the first club meeting I've been to in awhile - to be honest every club I've been in I've half-assed them all. Attended a few meetings but never have been involved. I see another person come in and find a place and as another group of people if they're here for poetry club.
ReplyDeleteAnd then the dance of tables and chairs begin, as two staff members arrive. Awkwardly at first but assembled with ease. A familiar face appears though I've never personally talked to him. I'm the shy, quiet observer, so this is going to be difficult, I can tell already. I'm attempting to type quietly.. I don't want my thoughts to disappear into the black abyss that I envision my mind to be, but I don't want to disturb the listeners, nor the narrators.
As there is the new kid in the group (which I always seem to be) a round of introductions takes place. I say hi to everyone, personally, so as not to seem rude. It feels redundant, but necessary at the same time. I quickly absorb the faces into my mind's eye; I now have a photograph of everyone tucked away. This is a friendly group, but me being me, I'm still withdrawn.
Happy poems, heavy poems, humorous poems that get to the gut and the heart of everyone in the three dimensional shape. Chris reads the above post to the group, I've already heard it. Hearing it again reiterates to me that the familiar face is brilliant with his words and how he strings ideas together; an intricate web has been woven. It's so great it's intimidating and inspiring. The more I listen and observe to everyone, the more I learn, the more I feel for them. My heart breaks, my chest physically hurts, but I don't want to expose myself just yet. The heat on my face almost burns... I imagine they can see the red flush as my pulse shakes my body. I can't speak (not that I had intended on speaking much in the first place) - my mouth has been stilled (zing, allusion). These poems got me good. Unexpected. Wonderful--
Thought train interrupted. Someone is eating what sounds like chips and isn't in the circle. At first it strikes me as rude.. it's distracting me. But then maybe he just wants to listen to the crazy people jibber jabber. I like it though.. Listening to the individual diction of these individual humans.
The other young lady speaks - I've seen her once in the cafe.. I think. I would have never imagined the power of her voice; the emotion, I can feel it in the way she reads, how her voice quivers. Eye contact happens a few times, and I feel as though she might expect me to speak.. maybe everyone does as I remain silent, recording my reactions for only a few to see. I hope I am not withholding, I'm just the biggest introvert in this party.
My name is said and my stomach drops. I'm getting called on. Terrifying. Exciting. I don't have to say a word; the group keeps talking which voids whatever it was that was going to occur.
The silence after everyone leaves is somber... eerie. Their words and sheer presence leave an imprint - I feel like there are ghosts here. Even if the chip guy with the book is still sitting here.
A maintenance man comes in and complains about the tables and chairs not being in the right place. "They've got them all screwed up... they don't know how to do anything right around here."
A part of me feels like saying: "Excuse me, but art has just transpired here, and you missed it." But he might bitch at me, too.
Such a perfectly fun and enjoyable review to read. I am impressed! I had no idea you felt so reserved when it was a comment from you that blew the lid off of this class for me -- best moment of the semester!
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Poetry Club Visit
ReplyDeleteI didn't know what to expect and who to expect. I have just wrote my second poem ever! Just a few short years back in high school I hated poetry and could not understand the point. I had a decision to make this term Poetry or Drama? I know I had a bad first impression of poetry and for some reason I wanted to give it a second chance.
The visit started out confusing, I didn't know how they organized their club or what they were going to expect from me, but I stayed calm and waited. After the first reader read their poem i felt so relaxed and integrated. She wrote about the fact that we go through many phases in life and sometimes we would like to forget some, but some we would like to remember. The Child in her did not want to be forgotten or lost. It was inspiring to me because I have those moments also, I reflect back to my childhood and remember the phases and lessons of my growth. Another person that spoke so much truth it startled me, was Jeremy. He shared with us the strength of love. One person in his life changed his life forever, his daughter. It is amazing how much you can learn about someone through the words they wrote or the language they speak. I walked away from that club meeting feeling more than just a visitor, I felt like a creative poet! I really think it is a wonderful thing that they do and hope that many more people will become interested and discover the strength and hope of poetry.
-Kelso
Poetry Website...
ReplyDeleteWhen this semester started, I wasn't really into poetry. I was taking the class to fulfill a requirement for my degree. However, as the semester went on I realized that poetry isn't all bad and I even came to find a poet that I really liked, Kenneth Patchen. After having gone to the library and checking out books of his poems i decided to move into the twenty-first century and look him and his poetry up online. That;s where i found the website:
http://www.poemhunter.com/kenneth-patchen/
Its at this website where I've come to enjoy more poetry by Patchen, as well as find poems of others as well.
This post is for the poetry website review response. While I was writing my attitudes paper, I went online to do my research. While I was researching poems by Edgar Allan Poe, I came across a great website. The website is called PoeStories.com; it’s an exploration of short stories by Edgar Allan Poe. The website has a lot of information on Edgar Allan Poe, his biography, quotes, poetry, stories, and even a gallery. Edgar Allan Poe has always been a great writer in my opinion. He has a disturbing writing style, he describes things so vividly. When reading his poems I always can create a visual image. His poems have a powerful effect on me. Most of his poems are depressing, they never have a happy ending; death is always an issue in most of Poe’s pomes. Despite the fact that he got married to his 13 year old cousin, I don’t judge him at all. I believe he was very talented and like most famous artists he became famous after his death. So if you’re a true fan of Edgar Allan Poe then I recommend this website. Unlike other websites this is a short to the point website. It isn’t bombarding, or overwhelming with a bunch of information like old school text books.
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Today we as a class attended the library to listen to the Poet Laureate talk briefly about
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The way she got us started was pretty interesting.
Giving us the basic idea of a table being filled with tangible and non-tangible Nouns. I am sure the class found this easy to understand and at least slightly fun. Personally I kinda got a weird/awkward poem out of it. I was not intentionally being sullen but it kinda came out that way. For example, I compared a van gogh
painting to toe nails and jagermeister.And I wrote a little bit about Jewish irony which I will keep out of context. Listening to some of the poetry being spoken by the other students made me wonder if there was something missing with what I wrote. The students seem genuinely happy to share there poetry but most of the "Table poetry" seem overly serious to me. I believe having changes in the tone will help strengthen their poetry. Having one solitary tone will just bore people if the poem is to long. Anyways that is just my Opinion and it may change if someone provides a good enough argument against it. Sadly, I don't think that I was moved by the poetry. But I did have some fun writing random sure to offend somebody poetry.
On Wednesday afternoon, my poetry class went to see Oregon’s Poet Laureate. Honestly, until just a moment ago, I had no idea what a “poet laureate” even was. So I googled it. Apparently, it’s just a poet appointed by the government to compose poems for government events. You learn something new every day! :)
ReplyDeleteShe started out by having us brainstorm nouns that we place on a flat surface. This was new to me – and a little bit weird. I don’t consider myself a poet. I’ve never tried writing poetry before, and when I realized that’s the direction this workshop was taking I was a little afraid. But I went along with it.
After our brainstorming session, she read us a poem about a table, and then it was our turn to compose a poem. Again, a bit scary for me. But I tried it out – and the best part is that I really enjoyed it! I won’t share my entire “poem”, because I don’t think the entire thing is where I’d like it to be. But there are a few lines I’ll share:
“as I stand up to leave
I’ll let the moonlight dance across the keys
While I ponder what to say.”
-Atila Stubaer
I attended the oregon poet laureate on Wednesday with my poetry class and didnt have the slightest idea on what was to be expected. But something told me we would have to write a poem....and that scared me the most. As we walked into the library I tried to linger towards the back to get a seat farthest away and to hopefully not be scene for the fear of being called on. But as the class all settled in all the back seating was already taken so I had to sit in the second row. The session began with brainstorming a surface.... I was a bit confused, how does this have anything to do with poetry? Then she handed out a paper with concrete and abstract nouns and asked us to circle what wouldnt be on this surface but something that we were attracted too, thats when I thought okay have no clue where she is going with this or what any of this means. She then handed us a poem called Table. She read it out loud to the class. I followed the poem and was amazed with how the poet put together this poem. He talked about abstract and concrete things. The poem just seem to come alive and was so vivid. My favorite part of the poem was "on the table the man put things that happened in his mind. What he wanted to do in life, he put that there. Wow, who would of thought to put that on a table and the meaning of all that. As the poem ended it was obvious the next thing we were going to do was write our own poem. I was still a little skeptic for I have never really wrote a poem before but she told us writing poems is about taking risks, its about what you will allow to let yourself let into your poem and things that you wont allow. She also said how poets are liars and thives, by meaning of lying about metaphors and taking language from anywhere you hear it. And now I see how poetry can come from anywhere, even from a surface of a table.
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After attending the poetry reading by Laureate in the library on Tuesday, I sat down to write my review of it and found myself trying to figure out what parts stuck with me the most. While thinking this I found that the biggest part was her introductions to each poem to let us know why she wrote the poems. Nothing against Laureate, but I can’t really remember much of her poetry. The things that I can remember are the stories that she told about her childhood. The story about being with her grandparents in the fur shop, slipping into the cooling room; sliding between the jackets of fur hanging between the seasons they would be needed. Her story about wanting to go to a library for the weekend took me to the Albany library and memories of reading in-between the stacks. By my standards, Laureate is a very good poet. Not only was she able to transport me to places that I can remember enjoying as a child; she was able to take me to places that I will never truly know, but will never be able to forget. And that is why my hour in the library was successful.
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Kathy Wall
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Eng 106: Poetry
Poet Laureate Review
On Wednesday, several wonderful and amazing things came my way! The first was to meet and hear Oregon’s Poet Laureate, and as I listened to her introduction of poetry, as she was explaining the differences of concrete and abstract nouns, I had my second one. An hour before class began, I was working on Business English, reading chapter 4, which was all about nouns…that’s right! Concrete and abstract nouns! How coincidental was that? I thought to myself, “What a small world, how one thing connects to another!!”
My attention was focused on her and her words instantly and I could feel myself wanting to hear more. (I have a class on Tuesdays from 2p to 4p and am therefore unable to attend the Poetry Club meetings, much to my regret.)
Thirty-four years ago, I loved English, literature, and poetry in high school. My lit teacher asked permission to take a poem I had written about the goofy side of love and put it to music he had written, and sing it to his wife on their anniversary!
I loved the exercise she had us do with the surface area, the seven nouns, and the seven items that probably would not be found on its surface area! It was exciting to put together the poem on the spur of the moment like we did. I would have liked to heard her writings, also. Are there any in the library?
The poem by Edip Cansever, “Table”, was an eye-opening, thought provoking piece of work! How great was it to be able to read that!? I hope to have more surprises that go soul-deep like this one before the term is over!
Thank you for leading us to the library, and gathering some wonderful memories!
Kathy Wall
April 8, 2011
Eng. 106: Poetry
Oregon’s Poet Laureate
SPRINGBOARD, BRAINSTORMING SESSION
1. Dresser
2. Books (paperbacks, school reference, how-to’s), hair misc. (scrunchies, comb), meds (TUMS), notes (reminders, etc…), letters/addresses (folks in TX, health ins. Premiums), writing tools (pens, pencils, etc…), photos (my children growing up and my grandchildren).
3. Stack of diapers and wipes, baby-feeding spoon
4. Zebra, hawk, wasp, sinew, rhubarb, cyanide, toast
My dresser is meant to hold clothing in its drawers.
It does a wonderful job!
The top of the dresser is meant to hold all the things that are important to me;
Photos of my children, my grandchildren and others that I love,
The paperbacks I have read or will read,
The diapers, wipes and feeding spoons for my grand-babies when they visit,
Notes and memos to myself, cuz I’d forget my head at times if it wasn’t fastened on,
And to help me not dis-remember the special days and times that keep me on my toes.
The school reference books, how-to books, and my relaxing-time books,
Without my hair misc., I would scramble every time I wanted to use something.
When I drink too much coffee, my TUMS are ready to soothe,
The mirrors that stand sentry on the border of the dresser are not alone; they have the company of more photos, stickers, drawings, odds and ends that I have collected from my grandchildren and children, sweet nothings made from love that ensure the warm fuzzys will stay with me all day!
The coffee cup with a broken handle embraces writing tools, scissors, etc., always handy and useful,
The dresser holds not only the clothing, but also the bits and pieces of my life that are important to me today and tomorrow, co-mingling with the sweet memories of yesterdays.
The zebra, the hawk, and the wasp are not on my dresser because they all went the zoo, no note to say when they’d be back.
The cyanide is in the shed with the other weed killers, the rhubarb waits in the garden.
The toast has been consumed in the dining room, and the sinew is in the beaded necklaces my youngest son enjoys making and giving to those he cares about.
After going to the poetry reading on Wednesday i started to think about a lot of different things.
ReplyDeleteI started to wonder how different life would be if we were able to remember so many memories with so many little details. It made me think about how we overlook so many things in life.
I learned that poetry is a way we can admire these little things, and can keep our memories fresh.
The way she read her poems, and the words she chose to use showed that she took her time in choosing the perfect words in every single line.
My favorite poems that she read was "A way to say gladness" it was a poem that basically said, you always have choices.
I had never been to a poetry reading, and honestly thought that it would be boring, but in the end i was surprised to find out that i actually enjoyed myself!
Ashlee McMury
I attended Poet Laureate reading last week and I was amazed at how easily the creativity began to flow once we started on our brainstorming activity. I don't really write poetry, If I do it's just quick things that I jot down when I feel compelled, but I like what I wrote down during the activity.
ReplyDeleteShe asked us to envision a surface that we come into contact with daily that we sort of piling our things onto and I immediatly thought of my bed. I have a bad habit of placing everything on it. She then asked us to write down things that can usually be found there, wallet, keys, change to give a few examples of mine. And then things that COULD end up there. I began to visualize a great heap of things piling up on my bed and when she told us to write this is what I made:
Walking in the door from a long days work, I begin to unload myself.
I shed my layers, slowly at first, but then picking up speed.
I drop the mail on the bed and as the letters fan out I pull the change out of my pocket.
It glistens in the light as it falls twoards the bed but I notice not for out comes my wallet, keeper of my days earning.
As the black leather guardian falls twoards the bed my phone begins to ring.
Pulling it out of my pocket, it slips and begins to tumble twoards the others waiting for it on the bed, and with it goes the thoughts of whoever was on the other end, adding their collection to mine.
I put my shoes on the bed, bringing with them the roads Ive walked on that day and the blades of grass trampled beneath them.
My shirt brings the sunlight and the air that its collected, and as throw myself on the bed, I also throw everyone that I greeted and bid farewell to, the things Ive touched and the words Ive spoken.
I begin to sink into my collection of things and drift away.
-Michael Smith
Going to the Poet Laureate reading was a lot different the I expected it to be. Granted, I didn't know what to expect in the first place since I had never been to a poetry reading. What seemed to surprise me the most was the content of her poems. I'm used to the type that rhyme or have a certain flow to them. However, her's were more like stories, or in her case memories, that she told elegantly, yet some what mysteriously. I think part of what made it unusual as well was how she told us where the inspiration for her poems came from. I've always had to wonder or take a guess before. So, telling us that her grandparents had a fur shop and she used to sit in the cold room between the fur coats alone as a young girl was the memory she used to create "Fur Coat" was very interesting. Knowing some of that background makes me read and feel the poems in a slightly different way. I thought of my past and how I could turn my life into poetry(not that I'd be very good at it). Over all my eyes were opened to a lot of new things just going to that one reading. I enjoyed hearing her passion in the way she read, and listening to her story. I also like how we have a poet laureate at LBCC, awesome accomplishment for her.
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04/08/2011
It is important to learn something new every day and today I learned that Oregon has a poet laureate. She is funded by the Oregon Cultural Trust and travels around Oregon doing workshops about poetry.
It was inspiring how with her help we were able to produce a list of random items then use the list to produce our own poetry. In the beginning of the workshop I thought, “This is going to be really stupid, what could this have to do with writing poetry?” At the end of the workshop I was one of the people to read my new poem out loud. Her enthusiasm and love of poetry shines through and inspired me.
I also enjoyed the poem that she used for our inspiration. Table by Edip Cansever was great. I enjoyed the way he used concrete and abstract things to fill his table. The poet laureate pointed out how he used even math terms to put on his table; “Three times three make nine: The man put nine on the table.” How great is that! She really made look at how you can include whatever you want in poetry, just use your imagination.
She inspired me to look at some other types of poetry than what I have been looking at for my class assignment.
Here is the poem I wrote in the workshop:
The old house in the woods
Where I rode on hot summer days
Had old metal cabinets
Dirt and decay
Deer ate the grass and flowers that grew
I would sit on my horse to imagine a day
When people lived there
When the old metal cabinets
Held part of their lives
Dishes and snacks and keys to the car
A cat curled up on the newspaper left there on the way to do chores
Now there is just rust, dirt and debris
In the house in the woods
I turn and ride home
Ravencroaft Said,
ReplyDeleteI remember being shepharded to the Libary to meet the Poet lorriette of Oregon. I didn't know that there was such a thing as a poet loriette and that Oregon had one.
I liked her method for writing poetry. Think of a desk and all sorts of things you'd put on it. It's very creative and I'm someone who likes to go crazy with my imagination. She obviously had no idea that I was about to write something even Pro stoner's couldn't come up with.
When she gave me the words Flamingo, Abalone, Hopscotch, Umbrella, Moor, Umbrella, and Stigmata there were all sorts of ideas in my mind. Could I write about a religious charlatan using stigmata to gain followers and who like eating abalone and Flamingos? Nah that might offend someone. The sad part is tha this is all completely true.
Here's what I came up with
Fruity Abalone
I put the fruity abalone on the table.
It did not like the flamingo whose wings bled from stigmata.
OOh how the Abalone wished to return to the Moor
Where it could gamble and drink before asking the oracle its fortune
But he'd never remember his fortune and would truge home in the rain with a goofy umbrella in the hand he won in hopscotch tournament after drinking scotch
OOh how the flamingo depised the Abalone
Other than wondering if there was such a thing as a hopscotch tournament, I was very pleased someone was getting people to like peotry. Poetry is seen as boring and dumb and I walked out with the full paper I had written about a drunk abalone whose enemy was a flamingo and I wondered how Poetry is dumb.
When I was first told about this assignment, I was unsure of how I was going to accomplish it. I work most days of the week, and of course attend school full time, that I would never get the chance to attend a Poetry Club meeting. So, when I was told that we were going to see Oregon’s Poet Laureate and it counted for our In the Wild assignment, I was relieved.
ReplyDeleteAt this workshop, we were instructed to have a scrap piece of paper, a writing utensil, and an open mind. The first thing we were told to do was write down the first thing that pops into your head when you think of a flat surface. Then, we were to make a list of things that would go on that surface. For each object, you were also supposed to provide an explanation of why it would be there. Next, we were given a small piece of paper with concrete nouns. Out of the nouns, we were required to pick the nouns that either we liked or that could go on our surface. After a few minutes, the Poet Laureate read us a poem, “Table”. Finally, we were instructed to write a poem using our surface and the list of objects that go on our surface and the concrete nouns. The last thing we did was listening to people read the poems they came up with.
I thought that the way the Poet Laureate taught us listeners on how to start a poem was quite interesting, I had never thought of starting a poem that way. When it came to writing our own poems, I was stumbled on what exactly to write. After hearing “Table,” I couldn’t think of any other way to write it. I feel that when it comes to writing poetry, you have to be in the mood to create something amazing. You can’t rush it or force it. I am the same way when it comes to art, if I feel it and I am relaxed, then I can come up with something quite remarkable. So in this experience, I would have had like to have a little more time to come up with something better than what I had written.
Overall, I thought that it was an interesting experience. I learned some unique ways on how to write poetry and how diverse topics and meaning can be.
-E.D.Russian.
The afternoon spent with Poet Laureate was a great and very meaningful opportunity. Not only was it a great way to branch out and see a poet somewhere other than the class room but it really gave us all an interesting topic to write about for our poetry in the wild assignment.
ReplyDeleteAt first I wasn’t too excited about going to see someone read poetry or better explain poetry, to be honest it all sounded like it would be very boring. Once she began to explain it all made sense. When we first arrived I figured someone was going to be lecturing us about why we should enjoy poetry and they would share a few poems the individual had written to try and better explain why we should fall in love with it. Many times I’ve had poems read to me and they have lacked those special characteristics that are supposed to draw me in and convince me to want to read and write poetry. Once Poet Laureate explained she was there because she loved it and she wanted to share with us all the wonderful things she has discovered through poetry I figured it might be well worth my time to listen. This wasn’t just another poet trying to shove there writings down my throat; she wanted me to branch out and write a poem of my own. I myself haven’t written many poems and I never thought I’d want to.
She handed us a poem and told us she was going to read it. The poem was all about a man and what he set on his table. At first the poem sounded like it was going to be a pile of junk. I mean who really cares about someone’s table and what they put on it, but once she started reading I noticed it had a lot more meaning and detail. Once we were handed a list of words that we weren’t familiar with and words that were very random and were asked to put it in a poem of our own It really caught my attention and for the first time I wanted to write a poem.
I started to write, but then found myself stuck in a rut. I didn’t know what to write. I was writing with my head and not my heart. But I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to but I felt like I needed days to do so. I wanted it to be perfect. I spent a few more days analyzing the poem and trying to recreate my own version. I came up with:
Brainstorming
Places where things collect: my bathroom counter
filled with shame she placed the makeup bag on the counter
washing the flesh white as snow down the drain, places her foundation on
she covers her appearance with colors bright as lilacs
she leaves her true image in the mirror
Things might I put there:
1. keys
2. Cell phone
3. iPod
Nouns I picked:
1. flesh
2. snow
3. brothel
4. dove
5. lisp
6. Labrador
7. lilacs
Listening to the poet really started to change my mind about poetry. I wanted to write more. But on a topic of my own. It changed my whole perception on poetry, and it showed me that you have to write about what you care about.
-Taylor Waver
Apparently fate was determined to make me remember my experience meeting the Oregon Poet Laureate. The day was full of coincidences. As I mossy my way over to a secluded spot during my not-so-fondly called lunch hour between classes, I noticed the sitting area in the library was cut off by a few screens, creating a sly funnel for those who walked unaware. Realizing this, I slipped past before being caught. Still, my curiosity perked at this new feature in my rather drawl environment. I found an open spot, pulled out my math homework, and tried to make since of the quadratic formula. Like most students, math does not hold my attention, and as it wondered, I overhead the all too familiar Hollywood voice of my poetry teacher discussing his excitement about the event behind the screen. He introduced some famine voice that proceeded to recite a poem. I blocked it out with Beethoven. Classical music, sometimes, helps me concentrate. This time however, it didn’t work. So I pulled out my laptop and checked my facebook.
ReplyDelete12:45; class time. I gathered my things, and made my way to North Santiam Hall, mentally telling Risely to hurry or he would be late for class. Of course, he was, and since I was on the outskirts of the crowd, I never got the full story. The door was locked? A class took our room? Whatever happened, Risely proclaimed a change in scenery. It was back to the library for me, I guess I should have seen that coming.
The Oregon Poet Laureate was at LBCC, and we had the honor of attending her poetry workshop. After my classmates crowded in, distributed scrape paper, and settled in for the lesson, we were given noun lists, and told to think of a surface. My first thought was of a rock, then a washed up tree trunk on the beach that held a small water pool, picture perfect scenery (I went to the coast the weekend before), then she, the poet laureate, clarified by stating the subject to be a surface one placed things on. There goes that idea; so I chose my bedroom floor. Everything ends up there eventually. I listed them in order, and then read through my noun list. The words were meant for me: horses, roses, madrigal, cat, echo, crickets, penumbra, and narcissus, they fit right on my floor. I liked the poem I produced. No way was I going to share it though, but others were willing to, so I let them have the limelight. 1: 45, class finished with, and Risley ended with a hasty speech. Time for math… *groan*… What does this have to do with fate? A glance at the morning paper displayed the smiling face of the Oregon Poet Laureate attending Lane Community College today at three. My only thoughts: “Hey, I know her” and “ Oh, I should probably do that assignment.”
~ Veronica Jorden
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ReplyDeleteOpen Source Computer Club
ReplyDeleteWelcome! Welcome, one and all!
To room #208 in North Santiam Hall.
Bring your coffee, bring your grub;
Join us in the Open Source Computer Club!
If you’re not busy, with nothing else to do;
Join us now on Tuesday as the clock strikes two!
Of computers, I know nothing,
About them, I know less.
I’m here to learn, with hope in my heart,
that what I do won’t create a mess.
My nephew’s laptop went belly up,
I don’t know how or why.
I’m just thankful for everyone’s help
As we watched the time fly by.
Mr. Riseley said to bring it back,
We’ll try again next week.
I slept the sleep that babies do,
Hoping I’ll become a computer geek!
Welcome! Welcome, one and all!
To room #208 in North Santiam Hall!
Bring Tommy, and Joe, and good ol’ Bub,
Join us in the Open Source Computer Club!
Kay Walls
testing again
ReplyDeleteA few weeks ago, we were graced with the presence of a poet that was recognized by the state of Oregon. She(unfortunately I have forgotten her name) allowed the students and staff at LBCC to re-live her memories. While sharing her poetry, I had a hard time considering some of her poems, poetry. I, as a poet, feel that poetry should be rhyming; that any one can write a short story. However, it takes a true poet to take that story and make it rhyme, make it flow; that is the true poetic beauty.
ReplyDeleteAt one point, she requested me to recite one of the poems that I was recognized for. That was a feeling all in it self; I can not begin to describe it; Honor, respect. What ever one wants to ascertain it as times that by like 100. That's how I felt.
Though i feel that way I do about poetry, and am very hard headed; she helped my see the poeticness in some poems that I did not consider poetry. With that, I will say that I am great full for the opportunity, though she did not change my outlook completely; she did widen my eyes a little more that they where before I went to her workshop. So, hats off to the woman who I forgot her name!
“Glossary of Poetic Terms”
ReplyDeleteAfter scanning this poetry website I found that is was exactly what it was titled. This site is simply an extremely long list of poetic terms that help one understand and describe or analyze poetry. I think this site is primarily used for poetry beginners. Although there is a wide range from complex to not so complex terms, it is a cheat sheet to everything you need to know about analyzing poetry and recognizing poetic devices. While poetry beginners are the primary audience I believe this site could be used for anyone. In instances where one cannot remember a term or is uncertain which poetic device it is they could refer to this website, because it seems to me that it would be very helpful. I already touched on why this site is useful, but to elaborate it seems like it would make poetry a lot easier to analyze, because you can compare the poem you are examining to the poetic devices listed. Also, when it comes to formatting this site is laid out nicely. You can choose between typing in a specific word and searching it or choosing the letter that the word begins with and have them all listed in front of you. Overall, I think that this is a very good website to reference.
Madison Rellim
“Passions in Poetry”
ReplyDeletePassions in Poetry is exactly what is says in the title. This website is directed towards people who are passionate about poetry. I think that the people that use this site have been around poetry for a very long time. On the home page there is an introduction to the website. This introduction is extremely emotional and almost dramatic. I have nothing against drama in poetry, sometimes drama in useful in poems. Because of this introduction is why I feel that this site is for people that are very involved and interested with poetry. This site is useful for its audience because there are a plethora of options. You can read news about poetry, research poets, read poems, and discuss poems with other people that are using the website. Also this site gives you the option to send poetry that you enjoyed to other people that may enjoy it as well. Another aspect of this website that I found was the FAQs tab. When I clicked on this tab there were questions such as: “When is the next poetry update?” This makes me think that the users of this website are regulars. They can further their knowledge on poetry by posting their poems, reading poems, and discovering poetry in the news.
Madison Rellim
I’ve never been big on poetry, like so many others on here. Going to a poetry club meeting just didn’t strike my fancy, not even a little bit. I do, however, find great entertainment in exploring things on the internet in my boredom so I chose to take that route for this assignment. I started out thinking ‘oh, I’ll just pick two sites and write something really quickly.’ I ended up browsing through many more of the sites than I had planned on. The website that I liked the absolute most was called “Poems of the Fantastic and Macabre” and I was immediately taken by the picture on the homepage of the site. I clicked a few of the links, and there was some pretty good stuff considering my taste for older style poetry (I don’t really know what the technical term for it would be.) I also like the layout because of the separation of the different eras; it really allows the reader to see some of the subtle differences in what is written about and how it was written. I really enjoyed this site because I think some of the medieval, renaissance, and enlightenment poetry has better imagery than what is written today and through the anthology assignment I have realized that the imagery is what I really look for in poems.
ReplyDeleteThe Oregon Poet Laureate. Even though I have attended one of her workshops and enjoyed the words she spoke. I found some ways to improve my poetry by using concrete items more often and not being too vague.
ReplyDeleteDuring the seminar she handed out a sheet with words on it, I was could not figure out what it was for. This list of words with her talk about their use’s made me fully understand the difference between abstract and concrete diction. The words she handed out and some others I had brainstormed earlier formed me into this poem about a Table.
Filled with happiness
I place my book on the table
embracing a feeling of relief
I place my wallet and phone on the table.
I place my backpack on the table,
watching its zippers smile in excitement.
The remote I place deliberately far away on the table,
embracing the uncontrolled picture.
Hearing the oceans murmur come ever closer to,
a roar as it too is placed on the table.
The moonlights sage drips upon the table top.
The sturdy table creaks with my minds thoughts of a life of undoing.
Next I place my clothes upon the table,
The cup filled with rivers I place on the table,
Last my life is placed on the table.
This poem really made me better, by making me worse. This poem is not one that I would consider well worded or organized, but one that made me enter the land known as Poetry.
-M Skarda
On April 25th in our poetry class we had the opportunity to have a guest speaker and local poet. Until now, when I thought of a poet I tended to think of a person of high education who knows life and is well educated on the world around, someone who is deep in touch with their inner being and can see meaning in deeper ways than I can. However, when the poet Charles (who I can’t remember his last name) was speaking of poetry and reading some of his own, he did not strike me in this way at all. He seemed like someone I could relate to, down to earth, an average person who enjoyed life but had some very life changing experiences through the unfortunate actions of war. I really enjoyed his poems because they were from experiences and observed he had himself. I think hearing the poems from the source itself gave me a deeper look into poetry; it let me see the emotional connection that goes with some if not most poetry, it showed me that anyone, not just the highly educated can write poetry with the deep feeling and intellect. Poetry, no matter who writes it can relate to someone out there and just because not all poetry has a meaning I can relate to doesn’t mean it doesn’t have a deep meaning behind it. To someone poetry can have a very many meanings but it’s the meaning that the person relates to that can give them the best insight into the poem and their life. I’m not saying that all poetry has a deep meaning but it is the ones that we find meaning in that open our eyes the most to give us a deeper insight in to the poem and even the poet. Hearing a poet talk about his poems and seeing the deep emotions that it brings out gives poetry a very powerful platform for it to stand on.
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In April our one o’clock class was invited to go listen to a presentation of a poet laureate. I myself was not happy that we had to go listen to some poet talk to us about “poetry.” I went anyways because I had nothing going on later that day. When we go there I must say I was pretty bored with it within the first few minutes. As time when on I started to ease up and really started to enjoy listening to her presentation. She took simple things that we all could relate to and surely but slowly help us construct our own poem. We she really didn’t help us at all she just gave us a broad topic and we created something of our own. I found this fun and enjoyable, something that I never thought that I would see the day. Enjoying poetry that is a funny joke, for throughout school I have always hated poetry for some reason or another. The poet laureate helped me get a better insight on the world of poetry. She helped me relies that poetry is not all bad that it can be lots of fun. The best part is she helped me construct my first poem since high school.
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I went to the poetry club and I wasn't too sure what to expect or how much I had to participate because I'm not very good with writing poetry. I brought one of my friends with me and there was a group of people all sitting in a circle. When we arrived the head student in charge asked who wrote on the prompt that they received last week. Almost everyone had a poem written on the prompt. The prompt was "the meaning of your name." Everyone went around the circle and read their poem aloud. People commented on the poem's read and asked questions like where did you start, what type of rhyme scheme did you use, how long did it take you to write it, or how did you come up with a certain line... etc. Everyone was really into the discussion and they were all very interested in each other's poetry and writing techniques. I thought it was kind of fun to hear how people express their thoughts and feelings through poetry, but some of the poems just did not make sense to me, even after the writer of the poem explained themselves. I think poetry is very complex and takes a lot of thought and analysis to comprehend. They discussed melody's and how poems can be written as songs. One student that wrote a poem actually wrote it to be a song so he read it aloud and then sang it for all of us, that was fun. There was also discussion on "slam poetry" which is just another form of poetry. I think the thing that stuck out to me the most was the guy that wrote about his experiences with war and with coming back and trying to live a normal life. It was really inspiring because I never thought that poetry was that big of a deal. I figured people just liked to write and it is like a hobby for them but this man uses poetry in more of a healing or therapeutic way. He said he couldn't talk about war at all because nobody would understand him. He said poetry, for him, is the only release that he has. He has to write to get things off his chest about his experiences and he said it really helps him and he feels better after writing. I would say that if you are into poetry or if you want a way to release your emotions, you should definitely join the poetry club! You really learn a lot about poetry, it's not just people writing poems and reciting them, they talk about the structure of the poems, the layouts, and all the small details that play a huge roll in poems.
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I wasn't sure what to expect when I decided to attend the poetry club on April 26. I arrived a little early and wasn't even sure if I was in the right place. Upon entering the Hot Shot cafe, I recognized Mr. Charlie Wilson, whom I had met the day before. After saying hello, I found out that he was there for poetry club as well. I was relieved to know that I was in the right place and glad that someone I knew was there. After chatting with Charlie for a few minutes, people started to show up for the meeting. Once everyone had showed up, it was time for poetry club to commence.
ReplyDeleteWe were all sitting in a circle and the first thing we did was to go around the circle and introduce ourselves. After introductions, the group was asked if anyone would like to share any poetry. At first I felt a little out of place because I didn't know that we were supposed to bring any poetry, but I soon realized the relaxed nature of this gathering and was able to enjoy all the poetry that others had brought.
During the meeting several poems were read by various members, but one stood out to me more than the others. It was about a young man who was compelled to do manual labor for his mother involving the retrieval and dispersal of cow manure. I enjoyed the sights, smells, and emotions that were involved in this poem, as well as the animated style in which the poem was read.
Overall, my experience at the poetry club was a pleasant one. Everyone seemed so friendly to one another and I was impressed at how forthcoming everyone was with their personal poetry. The group seemed very comfortable with one another, and I would be surprised if they were not all friends. At no point did I feel pressure to read or say anything. I was perfectly okay with listening and absorbing and the group was perfectly happy to let me do just that. I would recommend poetry club to anyone who wishes to expand their poetic understanding, or anyone who enjoys good company.
May 5, 2011
Steepen Strooman
The first time I wrote poetry and it was in the most random but “coolest” way. I show up from having lunch to my 1 pm Poetry class as the class waits outside for our instructor to show out of nowhere he arrives slightly late but we won’t speak of this. He is out of breath almost panting like a dog that had been playing fetch for hours. After grasping for his breath he informs us he thought we were in the room across campus,”ha good excuse teach” I think to myself. Our instructor tells us that we are headed to the library to the “reading section” as we arrive to the little room in the corner of library. It is filled with chairs and some other students waiting so kindly on us. A lady introduces herself, however I do not remember her name. As she begins to instruct on what we will be doing I think to myself “o boy here we go, wish I would of stayed at lunch longer”. However the next 50 minutes became one of my favorite experiences. The guest told us to write a list of seven places we would sit something. After the list we were told to choose one and then write a list of things we would find on this area. Next we were asked to write a list of what we would not find placed on this area. As were doing this I am thinking to myself “and what does this have to do with poetry”. As we move on and add some other list that I cannot remember what the topic was, we were then told to choose certain words from each list and write a poem using those words. It was like building a puzzle, it was interesting sounding and I thought it was a very fun technique that I showed my step mom how do it.
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Two Fun Poetry Websites!!
ReplyDeleteThe poetry website Tangerine is a nice little site that will provide you with poetry links, discussions, favorites and tips. This website would be a great recourse for people new to poetry. They have a selection of poetry from famous poets as well as their own poets. The famous poets they have are; Walt Whitman, William Shakespeare, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Lewis Carroll, Emily Dickinson and others. When you go to look at Tangerine’s poets they give you a selection of what type of poem you want to read (romance, friendship, nature, spiritual, youth, and sorrow). Under the poem themes they have 5-10 poems. My favorite poem from this site was under ‘nature’ and was about climbing a mountain.
In addition to these poems, Tangerine has a forum that will show you the different types of poetry and how to write them with success. To name a few poem types on their forum are; haiku, ballad, narrative and sonnet (along with many others). When you click on the certain poem type it will show you step by step how to write the poem and give examples along the way. At the bottom of the page it will give you five poems of that certain type to help you further understand how the type works.
The poetry website ahapoetry is all about teaching you how to write short form genres of poetry. Right when I opened their site I found a link for the “bare bones” school of haiku and an ad for their woman’s talk radio show. This is widely open to spiritual poetry as well such as Psalms: As New Testament by Heidi Vetter. They suggest many other poetry books as well on their home page.
Ahapoetry also has a guide for how to write certain types of poems such as; Haiku, Tanka, Renga and Sijo. Haiku has the most recourses and information. It has a link to the bare bones school of haiku with fourteen lessons. It also has a Sea Shell Game that holds all the records of who has won in the past and what the current game is. This is a fun way to get into poetry with other interested young and experienced poets. What is unique about this site from the other poetry websites is that it has Japanese Poetry Terms. I had a lot of fun just looking at this page because I was able to read the large syllables without difficulty and read what they meant.
-AAON SMITH
When we went to see the poet laureate I dint really know what to expect. I had never even heard of a poet laureate till we made the trip from the classroom to the library. When we got there I just took a back seat, and didn’t expect much, I just wanted to make it through the class. Well as the little “poetry work shop” went on I was taking in a lot. We had to do all sorts of stuff, picking words, nouns I didn’t really know. Before I knew it I was making a poem. I may have been simple, but it was a start. It was a few lines of brilliance. I actually found myself learning. Besides the learning I was actually enjoying it. It at the end of the work shop people had some good stuff. It was kind of an eye opener, in only an hour or less actually just the people in that room had all discovered something. They had started on a new poem as well as learned something about poetry. Looking back on that short time with the poet laureate, I got, learned something, I’m not sure what it was. I just learned that writing a poem is not that hard after all, it’s not some foreign language that I can’t understand. The poet laureate was a good experience and I hope others take the time to have experiences like it.
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Mazen Braus
ReplyDeleteIn “Aha! Poetry” they focus mostly about haikus but it does also advertise for other forms of poetry as well. This website seems like a good way to find out more about particularly types of poetry and find some sample poems and books of poems. The site also has a link to their “Bare bones school for haikus” this link is broken down into fourteen chapters. The link also gives examples of the creator’s favorite haikus and also breaks the poems down so that students can learn how to do their own. There are also taped workshops of former poet laureates for more visual learner that would rather hear it than read about it.This could be a very powerful tool somebody could use to learn about poery if they were motivated to do it on there own .Therefore this would be good for somebody that had a sincere interest in learning more about haikus and poetry in general, but it would not be overly useful for improving understanding related to the topics in the class. Although there are some good learning tools on this website it appears that most of it is taken up with advertisements for books on poetry and filler.
“Glossary of literary and rhetorical terms”, is a website that provides a large amount of poetry information in a narrow page. In the opening paragraphs the author says that these aren’t the most perfect definitions that you will ever come across rather a quick guide to important topics that he covers in his classes. The page opens up to an alphabetized list of most of the poetry words that somebody could think to use. These lone words are links to pages that further explain their meanings. The author decided to keep most of these meaning concise so that one doesn’t spend much time grappling with his intentions instead he uses a more straight forward Wikipedia like format that gives a good quick overview. This website appears to be more about the learning of poetry than the poems themselves, and therefore very useful to somebody that wants to improve their comprehension of the topics in class. It does use some poems as examples in the definitions section but doesn’t usually include the whole poem just the parts important to the reader to learn the topic. This website would make a great guide for somebody to study from, especially if there were a particular set of words that somebody needed to know (this class).
When I first walked into the Hot Spot, the Open Source Club was just wrapping up and I was a little unsure that I was in the right spot at the right time. However, over in the far corner I noticed some poetic looking people were circling up chairs, thus, I felt reassured that this was the actually the correct place and time for the Poetry Club. Quite a few people who I assume were regular members commented that there were so many new faces in attendance. I was happy to be one of the new faces even if I was there to fulfill an assignment for class. Mr. Risely had told us that the meetings were casual and that we did not have to bring poetry of our own to read. I may have begged out had it been otherwise. I do write poetry, but rarely do I share it. My poetry is usually, too private, too revealing to share with people that I do not know very well.
ReplyDeleteThe group started with introductions, which I was glad for otherwise I may have had to refer to people by awkward descriptive names, just as white hat girl or red shirt boy. I took notes about the poems people shared. Charles had a comical poem he shared early on. I learned that the poetry club creates prompts each week to give the members a topic about which they may write poems. The prompt for the week I attended was something like “Glad for the work.” Of course, people took this to mean different things and wove their poems about the prompt in personal ways. Charles shared a narrative poem about redemption through work, which he had written about a man who had lost almost everything through tragedy, self-caused and other wise. Chris shared his poem about being grateful for the work, but it took years for the gratitude to register with the person in the poem. The voice in his poem was not grateful for the work itself, but the intangible reward of its outcome to him years later. A young man with a great red shirt shared his poem “Housekeeper of Joy” and I thought wow, what a great title for a poem. One member shared powerful and thought provoking haiku and tanka about the horrendous earthquake and tsunami in Japan. I was not previously familiar with tanka; I am delighted to be introduced to this format.
Members took turns sharing their poems. A short report on some local poetry happenings and some Poetry Club business was discussed. The prompt was given for the next meeting then the meeting was closed. I enjoyed my visit to the club and getting to witness “Poetry in the Wild.” I may drop in again sometime and maybe even bring some poetry of my own to share.
J - Rocky Horror - McD
Open Source,
ReplyDeleteI was curious to know what it was about
So I had to drag a friend along but with little force.
It was something new and interesting
After week three I am not sure what I should bring
We have attempted to fix many computers
From all the windows polluters
There is usually a small glitch
And oh man it can be a b***h
I fixed one computer that was running windows seven
Now I think Chris wishes to kill me and send me to heaven.
As I sit and think in NSH 206, I ponder the day that computers take over the world.
ReplyDeletewe discuss how we should spend the clubs money,
but in my head I wonder how I will budget my paycheck.
As we sit and try to fix many computers,I wish I was at home sitting at mine.
As we are installing Ubuntu on computers,I would rather be installing windows 95 on them.
although it is only one hour long, it seems to last ten times longer then poetry.
and that's saying a lot
Ptrick Eliot
ReplyDeleteI'll be honest, when I first walked in to the hot shot cafe to join the poetry club, I was a bit intimidated. I knew that I was going to be discussing poetry with Chris, as well as other experienced poets. Poetry is something I'm really beginning to love, but I'm just getting started. It was really encouraging to be in an environment that was so honest and passionate.
A student Danny read a poem he wrote in Cascade form. This form takes the first line of the first stanza and places it at the end of the second stanza and so on, this was really interesting to me. Danny's creativity was amazing, he put so much thought into every line. It was at about this time that I realized I wasn't going to be reading anything I had wrote, out of sheer embarrassment for myself. Ok, maybe it wasn't that bad, but don't get me wrong, he was quoting lines like- "hazy convection of everything you feel but never touch" Brilliant! I was so impressed with his passion for the art. It was so inspiring, it made me want to really get into the art of poetry.
Another student Tav read some poetry that he had wrote, he had honesty and expression in everything he read. I learned first-hand from Tav that poetry is a window of expression. A way to harness your desire to punch someone in the face for example. It was amazing because what I got from his poem was not what he intended to write about. Poetry can mean one thing to one person and another thing entirely to another person. Thats what can be so beautiful about the art.
Attending the poetry club and hearing the different opinions on writing poetry and how to express inner feelings was a great learning experience for me. I learned by example about tone, voice, style, depth, feeling, and passion all in one afternoon sit down with the club. I even learned that sometimes you have more then one poem in a poem. It was truly a great experience, more then I could have hoped for. I definitely had what Chris calls the walk-away effect:)
Our visit from the Poet Laureate of Oregon
ReplyDeletePaulann Petersen is much of what I expected from someone deemed with the title of Poet Laureate of Oregon. She stood in the front of our little room wearing a long flowing bluish purple gown, a beaded necklace that you might pick up at a the Portland Saturday market and frizzy gray hair that would put Albus dumbledore to shame. It should be noted that I am a rather cynical person when it comes to the fine liberal arts, of this I'm not exactly certain why. Given my choice at this display set before me I would have probably left right away, but I paid for this class and I figured the brave thing to do would be to stay, alas I am glad I did.
She began to speak before us in a soft mystical like tone that for some reason only English teachers can pull off, and lead us to began to write down some things we might place on a surface that gathers them. The words I chose were of course very practical being the kind of man that I am and so I began to list. First my homework, next my keys, then my wallet, but then all the sudden it happened unlikely things began showing on my surface. The things that came were in some ways are not things at all, but rather emotions and abstractions that just come pouring out. Before I knew if I wanted to write them all down to form them in to some kind of coherent thoughts and so I did. Without much effort now I began to write a poem. Now this was surprising to me because I don't write poems, poetry is for people like my teacher Chris or Paulann not for computer science majors like me. I read poems analyze and criticize them, and despite this before me set a paper and on that paper my creation and with it I was pleased.
So when we were done we read another poem a poem about a table, in a way it was very much like my poem though I would have to say quite a bit better. Even though it was better I was not sad. Because today unlike most days I felt I created something, and that something I can call my own, and for that I was thankful. So I'm glad I got to meet Paulann Petersen, because she taught me that there was a bit more to me, a creative part that if you asked me I wouldn't even have believed.
Rick Reznicsek
This past weekend I went and saw the "Love, Lies, and Lunacy" play here at LBCC. I first off, want to congratulate the drama/theatre department on a job very well done. I thought the performance was top-notch, and I laughed very, very much during the performance, which is rare for me. The entire premise of the play was hilarious, and it kind of reminded me of real life, with all the misunderstandings and what not.
ReplyDeleteFor example, when Isabella sees her other half in a compromising situation, she immediately assumes he is cheating. Later on, he does the same thing. This is quite relative to real life in my opinion. All the other characters are just funny, and my favorite line in the whole play was the captain saying "Aw Shit" after he gets a bedpan dumped on him, I couldn't stop laughing after that.
But, laughing aside, the play had a real meaning. A long-lost brother finding his sister and dad, three couples getting married (one because of a pregnancy), and much more. It was a play that a lot of us can relate to, which was also very funny, and the play receives and A+ in my book.
“The Ode,” a handy website (and a diminutive portion of the website Tangerine!, I believe) maintained by Alice Vo Edwards and Angeline Tiamson, is a quick guide to one of the many forms of poetry, the ode. Right on the home page is the definition of the ode, noting that it is a very serious form, but that today’s society tends to use it in a sarcastic way. An example of an ode is then given, so that one may take note of the rhyme scheme. Below is a link to a profile of Walt Whitman so that a user may see a professional example. There is also a link for users to submit their own odes, and below that is a list of links to poems that have been submitted, so people can see further examples of the ode.
ReplyDeleteThis website is very clear and straightforward in its direction and design, and would be useful for anyone new to poetry or just the ode.
“Prose Poetry” is a website dedicated to exactly what the title is. It would be very useful to someone interested in the subject. Not many examples are given on the page, but that’s probably because there’s no rhyme scheme or particular form to show to people. This website gives the definition of prose poetry, as well as a brief history on the origins of the form and the term itself. Then it lists the first noted prose poets, following a simplified timeline up to 1988. There are two examples given – one a psalm, and one a description of a dock – but below that are links to websites about other prose poets for further reading. One of the linked poets is Pablo Nerudo, who happens to be one of my favorites, but unfortunately the link leads nowhere… in fact, only one of the links does not lead to a lost or broken page. Perhaps the person in charge of the website isn’t on it much…
ReplyDeleteIt is a decent website, but perhaps it could be more comprehensive and helpful if there were more examples of prose poetry given, or at least living links.
Last weekend, I went and saw the play here at LBCC, "Love, lies, and lunacy". I didn't go expecting much, basically just to get the 30 points for this class, but actually the play was amazing! First off, it was 8 dollars. Which is about the same as going to a movie in albany. But, I don't think I've never seen a movie that I have laughed this much in.
ReplyDeleteFirst off, the entire premise of the play makes me laugh. Couples breaking up, fighting, getting together, and what not, it was almost like a teen drama! The cast of characters were hilarious as well, particularly the captain and how he would always run away from everything. The doc was hilarious too, even though he did get long winded on more than one occasion, which led to other members of the cast forcefully "escorting" him off stage, which was funny as hell as well.
I really thought the play was very well put together, and very funny as well. I think everybody did a great job on it and I wish more people could have turned out to see it.
When I first started at LBCC I used to receive emails about the poetry club but I never did go. I never thought about going until it came to the point where I would get credit and possibly a scholarship. I have been to two meetings and each time I have grown a little more confident.
ReplyDeleteI was the first one there for my first meeting. I wasn’t quite sure if I was at the right place because it was just about three. I tried to get service to see if I could get online to check if I was in the right place and the right time. I was starting to think that I had the wrong place when some others showed up and started moving some chairs around. I asked and was right they were the poetry club. I was lucky in a way I already had the prompt. I even enjoyed it, it was “I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.” I thought about the prompt for some time but couldn’t think of anything until the day of. I sat there listening to these other poets and was amazed and intimidated. I felt that they were so much better than me, but I went along and read what I had. I never really gave it a title but if I had to give it one I would call it precious time. I was as nervous as I read but when I finished they said they liked it. Before that day I had never read to strangers let alone people that I know. After I read I was glad I did I never thought my work any good but I felt that I had a chance after they said it was good.
I enjoyed the meeting and listened to the next prompt. We were to take a to do list and write about something on it. I had my poetry anthology at the top and taking up much of my time so I though a poem about poetry would be the best. I wrote poets crime. I was more confident this time around and got good feedback. I explained what it was about and why I used certain words and what phrases meant in my poem. I was even told by one that she had quoted a line from my poem “a name in the stars a head in the clouds” to me that was well worth it to have just a piece of my work to be vaguely remembered in some way.
I plan to attend my third and final meeting for the year. Our prompt is courage which I find very fitting especially because it took so much courage for me to say my poetry at these meetings. I have yet to write my poem for this prompt but I don’t feel it can be rushed but that it must flow out. I never thought I would be able to read my poetry out loud I still have trouble doing so but I feel more prepared to do so now and I feel more comfortable with poetry in general.
John M
I was not too surprised that the Poet Laureate struck me as some type of mystical muse figure who could head a ballet school but it certainly would be a witch covet (secretly). Not to judge; I like ballet and witches. I also like poetry, and I guess I expected to hear more than I did. She was given only an hour to speak, but Paulann Peterson made a lasting impression. She has a commanding voice, but not overbearing. Good projection and clarity. I think people around me were getting into good mindsets to write, despite a few people cracking jokes and talking. The Poet guided us through a writing exercise after inspiring us a bit with a metaphorical poem (regarding the table of your mind) and some lists of nouns (some "real", some metaphysical), some of which I'd never even heard of. I forgot to ask what a "schwa" is. I wrote a list of nouns that would be on this imaginary purple rug and had a good time wandering around a comfortable imaginary living room. Nicolas read a great poem that he had just written, and had everybody cracking at the punch line. The most memorable quote of the meeting was when she told us that "artists are liars and thieves." All the great artists have dipped heavily into pools of influence, and learned carefully from role models. I have heard a quote before, don't remember where, that went something like, "artists lie to tell the truth." My interpretation of this is that: artists are capable of expressing intensity and severity and emotions that are real or true through exaggeration of their experiences and observations. Like actors relating to their characters to make it more real, or poets using fancy language or shocking imagery or metaphors to convey a concrete idea. I don't consider myself much of a liar or a thief, outright, but of course in a metaphorical sense, I might consider that a compliment among artists. The idea is kind of a metaphor, and kind of literal too, like how some of the nouns were concrete and some abstract. I enjoyed soaking up Peterson's musings, and I would definitely hear her speak again if she came back to LB or OSU. - J C Flanery
ReplyDeleteThe Academy of American Poets
ReplyDeleteThis website would be decent for searching for poems. Whether you're looking for poems with a particular theme, you have a specific poem in mind, or you're looking for prose, there are links to them all! It was easy to navigate than many other sites that I've seen and I enjoyed searching for my favorite poems and finding new ones that I enjoy. There are also links to find information on writing, reading, and tips on good poetry. The website also contains many discussion forums where you can talk to many other members of the site about almost anything poetry. I've found it to be an enjoyable site.
- Deahnna Hadge
Open Source Club Meeting--
ReplyDeleteRevived--as if Dr. Frankenstein took an interest in technology.
Bring in your dead computers.
I'll bring them back to life.
Just wait and see.
Who needs Microsoft or Mac?
You may think your fair-weathered friend has left, but don't you worry--
we'll bring him back.
LBCC Open Source Club;
started in 2011
escorting you from computer hell
to computer heaven.
It runs with such grace and ease, this ubuntu--
something I could really get used to.
Free "Word" and "Excell?!"
Finally I am free from this Microsoft hell.
Poet Laureate.
ReplyDeleteIn class, we all attendended the workshop with the poet laureate. At first, I believed it would be boring...especially once I saw the lady. However, I was wrong. She felt what I feel when I read certain poems. I even wrote a poem...I can't normally write poems. It never rhymed, but it was still good. I love poetry, and had a different viewpoint of what the poem was about, but most poems have multiple meanings entertwined with one another. I experienced the excitement of actually being able to write a poem of my own. The laureate seemed to feel the same as I do about poetry, the same excitement, scared and happy feelings, and some even cause a simple kind of depression. Many poems that I have found are poems about the sadness of life and the problems that occur from day to day. I have found poems on fathers abandoning their wife and children only to find new ones, because they were tired of the old. This is life, but it is a sad life. It isn’t a life that was meant to be. Some joys have occured, and I found poems by ancesters who have left their dreams said and passed on through generations. I'm thankful, because through this, I get to meet Frank F. Swearingen, a distant long gone relative.
Bowder, Hannah
For this assignment I did option 5, watching the school play "love, lies, and lunacy". first and foremost, the title fits the acting perfectly! i dont think anyone could have came up with a better title. When i first decided to do this option i was a little skeptical becuase plays arent really my thing, but after going and watching, im glad i did. It was really funny. After i went i decided that i like the live theater better than regular plays. Some of the things that the actors and actresses came up right off the top of their head was amazing. It would take me a while to think of some of those things. I think my favorite part about this was that the setting was a long time ago, but everyone referenced things from todays society. And of course i loved the dirogatory language and statements that were made. I was going to talk about my favorite part but as i got to thinking, i couldnt pick a favorite part, i cant even narrow it down to a couple. I want to give the performers a lot of credit because some of the stunts they did looked super painful and they just jumped right back up. They put a ton of hard work into this production and it really showed. It was really well done and very funny. I really really liked it and i think i am going to go see more of the school plays from now on.
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Poets.org is a poetry website created by the Academy of American Poets. It has a vast data base of many of the great poets from Edgar Allan Poe to Sara Teasdale. If anyone is looking for a poet or a poem or almost any information about the poet or poem this site is a great one for that. Within this site a multiple of searches were available; a visitor to this site can search for poems by occasions such as holidays, or other special occasions. From a student stand point this site can be very helpful. I think that this sight could be geared to just about anyone, but the greater emphasis would be for students. This site would be very helpful for a poetry student who was interested in just browsing and getting familiar with poets and poetry. It would also be a very helpful site for students doing papers on poetry. It has just about anything that has to do with poets from their bibliographies to a data base of their poems. These bibliographies can give great insight into what drives these poets to their poems and these insights can actually help a student understand the poems from whatever poet of poem they may take interest in.
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Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi
ReplyDeleteIn this song Kid Cudi talks about living life to the fullest and doing what you want to do to have fun regardless of what other people have to say. In the chorus Kid Cudi says “I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold. I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good” By this he means that just because things may look or sound nice, doesn’t mean that it is going to be worth it. I think the lyrics are trying to say that you are your own person, you have to make your own decisions, and live life your own way because nobody can do those things for you.
I think that when we take away the music background of these lyrics we can better understand what exactly the lyrics are saying. I think that when singing along in the car we don’t realize the possible life lesson in these words. When we read them alone without the music we can gain much more from them.
When the music is taken away we also lose the amount of fun that come with jamming out in the car. Without the music the lyrics are words of advice, but with the music we can sing along, and have fun making a fool out of ourselves when dancing around like an idiot.
On a side note: I think that this option for our Poetry in the Wild assignment is a great one because it made me realize that there could be more to a song than originally thought. After completing this assignment I read out more lyrics to different songs to try to find messages in the song. This can actually be quite a bit of fun, and I never even thought about doing something like this.
~Maurrissa Carolson~
I went to see the poet Laureate with my class. It was very interesting how the lady talked to us about the process of poetry. She had us close our eyes and think about a table in our home, then she asked us to think about all the things we set on that table and to write them down. I wrote about my black glass table and how i put a lot of things on it. My hamster lives there most of the time along with an assortment of random things. It just depends on the time you ask me. It could have my keys, wallet, homework, movies, food, beer you name it. I had a very good experience and while our class was there we then wrote a poem about that table. Here is the poem i wrote and read aloud to the group.
ReplyDeleteIn my house there is a table,
My disorder it does enable,
my keys, wallet and life lie on it's surface,
but to me this place is just perfect,
I never seem to overlook it,
Sometimes barren,
but often not,
I pass by it an awful lot,
and often add one new decoration,
Until after much contemplation,
The slate is wiped clean once again,
Waiting for a new story to begin.
I got a lot out of this experience because i wrote a really cool poem about my table. I would have never thought to have written a poem about my table had we not gone to see the poet laureate. She was a really cool person. I wish i had time to go to poetry club.
Option 7
ReplyDeleteHold Me Together by:Royal Tailor
Hello Mercy,
I have been searching for you lately
I've been wounded and from what I hear
You have remedy
They told me You would be for me
So now I need to know
Is this a love that can save me
Or say You will then don't
Will You stay with me when nobody is around
If this is real, then tell now
Can you hold me together
Can your love reach down this far
Can you hold me together
Cause without You holding my heart
I'm falling apart
Falling apart
You don’t as easily get caught up in the catchy beat and nice harmonic melodies of the music when you take music away from a song. Instead, one can really understand and ponder the meaning when the sounds or music is gone. You can focus better on the words and what the songwriter is trying to get across to the listener. For me the music is what really is “exciting” about the song or words. It is what helps me to feel the meaning and emotion of it all. I like how songs involve both words and sound to listen to. When it’s just words it doesn’t involve the part of the brain that is used for hearing. So I think there is an advantage to having music set to words. But when the music is removed the words are more similar to poetry and they can evoke that same sense of emotion and meaning that poetry can stir up for someone. The words can be really great on their own, similar to a great poem. On the other hand, music can be really great sounds to listen to even without words. But when they are together, that is when they are the best. They bring out the best qualities in each other; complete one another. They should never be apart.
-Rcaehl Reeevs
Option 6 Brandon Clegg
ReplyDeleteThe Movie Il Postino (The Postman) is about a postman who is madly in love with a woman in his village but he can't think of what to say to her. It is a story that is as old as time but with a bit of a comedic twist. The Postman turns to renowned poet Pablo Neruda who is living on the island due to his communist exile from Chile. Neruda teaches the postman about metaphors and the overall beauty of poetry. The postman uses one of Neruda’s poems to woo her and Neruda didn’t approve when scolded by Neruda the postman says to Neruda that poetry doesn’t belong to the writer but to those who need it so Neruda teaches the postman how to write poetry. The postman takes these skills and crafts his own poetry to win over his dream woman. The story doesn’t end there like most movies would. Pablo is later unexiled (I don’t think that’s a word) from Chile and aloud to return home and the postman gets to learn that wedded bliss isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Poetry is a central theme in the film as Pablo Neruda is a character in it the events are fiction but the love of the poetry is real. I would really recommend this film for anyone who loves poetry or just romantic comedies.
Brandon Clegg
Sraah Frainkln
ReplyDeleteI chose to do option 7 as the poetry in the wild assignment because I love listening to music and comparing how the message is heard as well as how different the message is when you read it or just when you listen closer to the words being sang behind the music. I chose to look at the song Stay by Sugarland because if you don't look closer at the lyrics the message of the song can be taken the wrong way. This song has a deeper meaning when it is looked at without the music. While the music adds on to the emotional feeling that you get listening to it, reading the lyrics without the music helps to explore beyond the catchy rhythm of the music. Behind the music of this song is a story of a guy that is cheating on his girlfriend with another girl and it is from the view of the other girl. The other girl talks about how the guy always says that he will leave his girlfriend for her but never does and if you do not listen closer you think that the song is just the other girl continually telling the guy to stay with her instead of going back to his girlfriend but if you look at the song as poetry and take the music out you see that in the end of the song she is getting stronger and tells the guy that she does not need him anymore and that he should stay with his girlfriend. My mom did not hear this part of the message because she was so caught up in the song with the music but after tuning out the music and just listening to the words as poetry I was able to see what the other girl was truly saying. To look at a song without music and like a poem is a different view of a song. Some songs may not have the best meaning or will not make any sense without hearing the music but many songs can show you a deeper meaning of the words if you just take out the music and hear or read the words.
The song- Stay by Sugarland:
I've been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall
And I've been laying here praying, praying she won't call
It's just another call from home
And you'll get it and be gone and I'll be crying
And I'll be begging you, baby, beg you not to leave
But I'll be left here waiting with my heart on my sleeve
Oh, for the next time we'll be here
Seems like a million years and I think I'm dying
What do I have to do to make you see she can't love you like me?
Why don't you stay? I'm down on my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely, don't I give you what you need?
When she calls you to go, there is one thing you should know
We don't have to live this way, baby, why don't you stay? Yeah
You keep telling me, baby there will come a time
When you will leave her arms and forever be in mine
But I don't think that's the truth
And I don't like being used and I'm tired of waiting
It's too much pain to have to bear to love a man you have to share
Why don't you stay? I'm down on my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely, don't I give you what you need?
When she calls you to go, there is one thing you should know
We don't have to live this way, baby, why don't you stay?
I can't take it any longer but my will is getting stronger
And I think I know just what I have to do
I can't waste another minute after all that I've put in it
I've given you my best, why does she get the best of you?
So next time you find you wanna leave her bed for mine
Why don't you stay? I'm up off my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely, you can't give me what I need
When she begs you not to go, there is one thing you should know
I don't have to live this way, baby, why don't you stay? Yeah, oh
I chose option 7 to discuss any song lyrics as poetry. The lyrics I chose are the first verse to a song called Respiration by Black Star, a hip-hop group consisting of Mos Def and Talib Kweli. Mos Def hosted the show Def Poetry on HBO for some time. This first verse is his part of the song:
ReplyDeleteThe new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between
the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple
is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existance
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance
Reading these aloud without a beat of some sort behind them still proves to be effective in my opinion. Mos Def is extremely good at using imagery and rhyme schemes to paint a picture of New York City as he's describing in his verse.
One thing that I think could be taken away from it not being read over a beat, or better yet rapped, is the emphasis. There is definitely a difference, as nice as some of the rhymes flow, when the lyrics are read without emphasis or without the way Mos Def raps them in the song.
To me it's a ballad to New York City and much of what it contains throughout its vast culture. It also contains darker elements of the city.
-Derw DeFroset
when i decided to start this assignment i was drawn to the option of discussing songs and poetry. i had to really think about what song i wanted to discuss to i knew i had to go with my favorite band which is aerosmith. i believe one of their most poetic song they have is dream on. this song tells a story of an old man looking back on his life. the lyrics read as poetry if you take out the chorus because the chorus repeats itself the lyrics without music doesnt read as "pretty" as some other poetry. i believe that poetry is alot more powerfull with music behind it because music by itself can inflict emotions, with powerful words and emotional music it's like getting the job done twice as well. the music to this song is beautiful by itself just to listen to it the song builds itself up untilk you hear the screams of steven tyler. i do not think you really have music without poetry because if anybody is like myself i end up reading a poem to a melody i find a beat that fits it. the song is powerful with or without music but when you can fuse both together it's an amazing thing. i believe you feel deeper into your emotions and react to a song or poem more with music because we all relate to music and all love music. once we are hooked with the music it's the words that can really move us.
ReplyDelete~mariah humfries
Option 7 Silver Springs
ReplyDeleteSilver Springs is one of my favorite pieces of music that I can instantly name. It has the sort of lyrics that could stand alone and still be powerful.
Time Cast a spell on you and you won’t forget me. I know I could’ve loved you but you wouldn’t let me. I’ll follow you down till the sound of my voice will haunt you. You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you.
The line is haunting, chilling and bitter sweet. I’ll follow you down till the sound of my voice will haunt you. You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you. It makes me vision a ghost constantly possessing Lindsey and driving him made with pain and grief.
All and all it stands well on its own. But what makes it so unbearably painful and pitilessly beautiful and so hauntingly powerful is combining it with the right music. There is not just a ghost like melody in the song but also happiness, sweetness and tenderness. Together you get a sense of pain and pleasure so intimately intermingled that the result is that you heart aches as though it has been struck by a spear. You just want it to bleed and bleed and bleed forever and ever until the pain goes away.
But the final and most powerful touch is Stevie Nick’s voice. Her voice conveys all the pain and all the emotion she feels. No one else can do it like her. Even if someone else sang it like her it wouldn’t be legitimate because she’s the one who felt it. What is more is that she gives a serious sense of things that another singer like say…. Miley Cyrus or Madonna or some other pop culture trash couldn’t convey. She gives it that final touch that makes the song strike you in the chest.
The words are brilliant but only music can do justice to them. I think the main thing you would take away from a silent reading is that sometimes only silence can convey emotion because silence is eternal and wordless.
Option 6
ReplyDeleteIn the His Dark Materials Trilogy by Philip Pullman we see a wonderful and rather beautiful art to describing the experience to growing up. Because it has a lyrical quality to it, it makes one ask what it is and because so many people have found it moving I consider it poetry.
In Lyra’s world (A parallel universe with the steam punk theme) every human being has a human companion for life called a Deamon. It takes the form of an animal throughout your life and has many similarities to the Native American idea of a spirit animal.
The Deamon encompasses so many different qualities. It is a rich metaphor for describing what it means to be human. I think it is also poetry.
A child’s deamon can change shape, but as a person ages it takes on one permanent form. This form sets in at puberty and say’s a lot of about who you are. Already it is a rich concept. Innocence becomes experience, the ability to be so varying in personality slowly forms into shape. But now we get to see how different people can be personified.
Lord Asriel’s Deamon is a snow leopard. This conveys his sense of power and mystique since the Snow Leopard is becoming an increasingly rare cat. It also lives in a place Pullman has been to and is very fond of, the Himalayas. But also there is a sense of vanity conveyed in Lord Asriel’s Deamon because of the rare and exotic beauty of the Snow Leopard.
Mrs. Coulter’s Deamon is a Golden Monkey. Like her deamon Mrs. Coulter has a lustrous and sleek exterior, but deep down she is cold, calculating and ruthless. The Monkey never speaks and this might convey that her most inner thoughts cannot be voiced.
Lee Scoresby Has a Hare for a Deamon. Like him, his Deamon is tough, rough and humble. Lee is a fighter and scrapper and his Deamon suits him well as Hare’s often have to struggle to get by.
The list goes on and on. It conveys the depth in human characters and does them justice. This is only one of the rich and well crafted tools Pullman uses to describe his views on religion and human behavior.
Although the Deamon is his best example by far there are so many others. His concept of dust is impossible to pin down for instance. All that we know is that elementary particle’s exist within the universe and that they attach themselves to humans, in particular adults. This again connects to the Deamon because it’s when the Deamon fixes shape that dust is attracted to a person.
Pullman has said himself that a Deamon is what allows a person to become wise. Dust is even harder to nail. Dust is sometimes conveyed as a vital source. Other times it seems to be a metaphor for consciousness.
In Pullman’s Universes Dust was created about 30,000 years by primitive people. The scientist Mary Malone studied ancient artifacts to find Dust existing only on objects that came in contact with people. Dust is created by thinking, telling stories, reading and doing anything to seek wisdom.
So the rich symbolize extends further. We see how the need to loose innocence and become wise allows us to connect with the larger universe. It also is symbolic of humankind’s fear of dust. People in Lyra’s world fear of dust have gone to the extent that are willing to destroy mankind to get rid of it.
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Poetry in the wild,I felt truly exposed in poetry club surrounded by phenomenal poets I think that they could sense the fear in my eyes. But the people were really quite friendly and were giving each other positive feedback and a sort of a kind atmosphere in which an amateur poet can progress into an expert. If these poems were available for the poetry anthology assignment I would have chosen all of the poems I heard on May 24, because they were amazing and 100 times better than any of the crappy poems I found the academic search premier. I still remember the poems I heard that day and I couldn't tell you what was the last thing we did in poetry class. The prompt for the day I went was To do list. It was amazing what these poets could do with just a to do list. From personal experiences, to first and last sleep, time machine washing machine. I had a great time going to the club, there are some really good poets within LBCC's walls.
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When I was in the car a song came off of my iPod that I had forgotten was even on there. Angles and the Moon by Thriving Irony caught my attention. As I was listening to the song I started thinking to myself this is a good song.
ReplyDeleteThe song makes me think that if I keep going without fear in myself I can live the life I want to live. I kept playing that in the car until I had got home.
When I looked up the lyrics and read them it was just as unique and beautiful song I understood still what he was saying even if the music was taken out of it. When I read the song I felt like I could do anything to get what I needed to get done and not worry about dying just keep going. The song makes you think that you will do anything to accomplish the goals you have in your life as well.
If you do take the music out of this song though you kind of lose some of the feeling on what the music gives you. I was really touched in generally by the music that went with it because it is a really good song. The depth that the music gives with the lyrics really helps push people into listening to the song.
Katelynn Glen
Option 3--
ReplyDeleteCloser to the beginning of the term, I saw the Poet Laureate speak in the LB library. The poet Laureate reminded me of my mother, like maybe they would be friends or something like that. The way she dressed and held herself gave me that feeling, and this made me judge her to be more on the liberal side. But of course that is not a bad thing at all. I guess what I am trying to get at is that she seems like a normal older woman, and not some eccentric middle aged adult, who writes about gibberish and things that make no sense.
Anyway, she help everyone who came to the event in writing a poem for themselves. First, she had us choice a surface in which we put things on, second she had us write a list of all the physical things that we put on it, and finally she had us list the nonphysical things that we put on it. I chose a desk, and these are some of the things that I listed:
Physical things
Computer
Bottles
lamp
receipts
pens
wallet
Cell phone
glasses
papers
food
medicine
remote controls
pictures
time
clothes
boxes
books
keys
plants
hands
After we had come up with the list above, she had us start writing our own poem. I felt ashamed of this poem when I first wrote it, but after a few weeks, I come back to it and think its actually pretty good. This is the poem that I came up with for this little event.
Filled with time,
I put my life on the desk.
papers that maybe important
or maybe not.
photos of a beautiful angel sitting
on the edge.
A closed laptop resting from a long day.
This desk in some places is rough
and a little sticky.
but its where I can hide
and enjoy my space.
This event made me feel like I had to write a poem. And this was probably good for me, since it gave me an outlet to express my create side. In all, I thought it was a use full event, and I would recommend others to go see her if they get a chance.
Alex K.
Cazzandra Denhowr
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Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol is a fun poem that uses portmanteau which is a combination of two words to make one, such as how slimy and lithe creates slithy. This poem has been used in many books such as Through the Looking Glass and Alice in Wonderland. Alice in Wonderland went on to be a successful Disney animated movie, and then later a successful live action movie by Disney. I like to look at the story line from the live action movie, which portrays Alice’s return to Wonderland. This movie incorporates Lewis Carrol’s poem much greater than the first cartoon version. The second movie talks about the journey to kill the Jabberwock, which is the story line for the poem Jabberwocky. It includes items such as the “vorpal sword”, the “Bandersnatch”, and the term “frabjous day.” The Mad Hatter in this movie even recites various lines of the poem throughout the movie. This movie is a great example of how poetry is incorporated into film, and even becomes the main attribute.
Kameron Stanislowski
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For my poetry in the wild assignment I choose option 7, which was to analyze a song for its lyrics as poetry.
My favorite type of music is Rap/Hip-Hop. One of the first Rap Albums I purchased was Jay -Z’s the Blueprint. I chose Jay-Z as the artist whose work I wanted to examine without instrumentals as poetry because he is a rapper among his competitors who is known for his perceptive yet articulate verses within his work. His is the self-proclaimed kings of the triple entendre. A triple entendre is a rare variation of a double entendre where a phrase can be understood in any of three ways. Many of his verses are poetic and beautiful in the way that he uses rhythms and rhyme scheme to produce verses that are clever and deliver exciting punch lines that keeps his listeners entertained all the way through a song.
Although some artists within the rap game use simple rhyme schemes with rhythms to convey their subject matter Jay-Z does just the opposite. Sometimes rap music can produce vulgar and violent subject matter but Jay-Z can take the same violent and vulgar subject and formulate words in an charming and delightful manner.
The song I chose to examine without the instrumentals was Jay-Zs Dead Presidents
Here is his verse-
[Jay-Z]
Well I was fit that wonderama shit
Me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous
Caught up in the finest shit
Live out by dreams until my heart gives out
And while we crave you know exactly what the shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen I dish out
Like the point-guard off your favorite team without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
My mind was fine 'till the dough hit it
And told me that the mo' did it
And now it's closer shit and so I said it
I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin'
Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin',
Tryin' to strike a bargain,
Hopin' that they might get pardoned
Shit on me boy we got me pins and needles
And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil
Thoughts that this boughter feed you
Feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that
Got the city drinkin' Crystal raise up the fee
Rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me
My rise the riches surprise the bitches
Think harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Carter
G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up
Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up
All rhymers forget like Alzheimer's
Small timers I said it
I'm addressing all drama torture
When looking at his verses without music I take each lyric differently then if there were music in the back drop. Reading each lyric line for line without instrumentals makes me feel as though im reading a story. With certain versus it is sometimes harder to identify the rhymes and rhymes of the rhyme scheme because you cannot here the dialect and emphasis in his voice when performing it over the instrumental. Looking at the verses without instrumentals also give me a sense of how hooky rap music can sometimes be. Regardless I find a lot of enjoyment in the way that rap music tells a story from front to end with each lyrical verse. Jay Z has always been an artist who makes me think with each lyrical line he delivers because he is so original with his flow and clever with his use of metaphorical, ironic, and clever word choice to convey his subject matter.
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ReplyDeleteWhen I first went to the club, I felt it was mostly because of an obligation I had forced on myself by being socially awkward. If I hadn’t made the promise I’d attend I likely would have been elsewhere, sleeping perhaps. But even before the meeting started, just waiting outside the room for Chris to frantically arrive and unlock the door for us, there was a sense of comradery, a common ground we all had walked at some point that linked us to each other, even in such few ways.
The picking of brains, my own well included, offered me insight, further into the organization. I found it not to be the zealous group of nerds hell-bent on overthrowing Microsoft, as I had pictured in my head, but instead were gamers, casuals and elites alike, sharing in a desire to play games during school hours.
We talked of RPG’s, FTS, RTS,MMO’s, from computer to console and the devices we played on, were all submitted for scrutiny and examination by the group’s members, their own idea’s awaiting my approval as well.
Although the time I have spent with the club has been short and erratic, it is a place worth checking in to, even it just to meet new people and learn about a different sub culture. Although I have not time to repeat these experiences, I would never trade the value they hold.
I decided to write a short poem about my first experience with the Open Source Software club.
Computers hum as gears click and whir
The murmur of The technology inclined
Those who’d been branded nerds
Sit and wait for their overlord to appear
I in the back, with a conversing snack
a new topic to pick my brain
“Open source?” I thought, “Surely an attack
Against a larger corporation”
I sat and I listened, opinions abound
Music, games, software galore
My once closed mind exiting impound
more information I did implore!
“Tuesdays at two, as a coven we’ll be
in room 208, at the end of the hall
Come one! Come all! We’ll have a ball!”
“Could it be so simple? No, Pshaw”
But my interest did grow
Through my eyes it would show
the flicker
Of an interest perked.
I chose Option #2 which was reviewing two websites about Poetry.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.poets.org/index.php is a website that has thousands of poets from all over the world. If you wanted to write a research paper on a poet this would be a good place to look. I researched Maya Angelou because she is one of my favorite poets. I found out that she is not only a poet, but she is also a dancer, producer, songwriter, historian, director, performer, and a civil rights activist. I like that this site provides information about other poets that have similar works. For example, on one side of the website it listed a poet called Henry Dumas, who was similar to Maya Angelou in case I wanted to research him too. There were also sites on this page that would lead me to books that Maya Angelou has written so I could check those out. I also found a new fad called “mobile poetry” on this website which I looked into. It is a mobile app where you can view over 2500 poems, biographies and essays which I think is pretty handy if you are a poetry geek like me. :)Lastly but not least, I found a place on this website where you can search for poems by popular theme. Some of the themes were heartache, carpe diem, dreams, farewell, and lust. I think this site has a little something for everyone so check it out.
By: Nicole Gould
Option # 2
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POETRY OUT LOUD is a really cool website. It was designed to help people who want to learn how to recite poetry. The website offers videos, tips on reciting, poems and performances that can help someone eager to learn. I really liked this website because I am doing a poet impersonation for my poetry class and I needed some tips for reciting poetry. I found out that it is important to maintain eye contact with your audience, project, articulate, and be confident when reciting your poem. The website also emphasizes the importance of finding a poem that speaks to you, one that you can internalize and bring to life. I found this helpful when deciding on what poem I want to read out loud to the class. I also found videos that gave me a visual idea of what I want to be striving for when I read my poem. One of the videos I watched was a girl reciting the poem “Frederick Douglass” by Robert E. Hayden. Her stage presence was intense. She demanded the audience’s attention with her confidence and the way she paced herself with each word. I want to have the same confidence when I recite my poem in front of the class! This site is a must if you plan on reciting poetry anytime soon.
By: Nicole Gould
Cody Remington
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Poetry website reviews
I liked the idea of people publishing their own poetry online subjecting it to reviews from anybody must take a lot of courage. I wrote nice reviews one poem although I did not necessarily agree with. I enjoyed reading it nonetheless. It was from a good writer who truly believed in what he wrote about. I seem to be fonder of poems related to religious views. Not being a super religious person myself this surprised me. The structure of the poems I’ve read online and also in our book have given me a new aspect of poetry and to some degree a new understanding and outlook.
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WOW i really liked this poem is a new look on that religious take. i enjoyed reading a new perspective but i feel if people want to choose a religion and they feel wearing a cross is bringing them comfort and forgiveness for their sins you shouldn't question that as much as look for your own path. I feel kind of the same way it definitely makes since what you wrote about but still non-the less you are intruding on others faith and beliefs.
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I really enjoyed reading this. I think i understand what is being said. There are 2 kinds of people doers and people who do not. You are expressing that people should go after their dreams and fight for what they want. I’m sure this is a very widely spread view and is a powerful meaning. A poem would be the perfect way to express this and get your message out there. I really like reading things that change my point of views in life and make me question my motives. this was very interesting and i hope to hear more from this author.