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http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5780
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Poem- An Apathetic Existence
An Apathetic Existence
What an apathetic existence
Without his omnipotence radiating beside me
My intentions are weighted with complacency
Where is my martyr?
Won’t you help me believe in this anomaly?
This is a poem I wrote by choosing words first and then creating a poem with those words. I chose words that I had heard mostly in song lyrics that I was unsure about their meanings. After looking up the meanings, I chose words whose meaning had the most importance to me. Then, I started with one word- omnipotence. I put fragments together, such as His omnipotence, apathetic existence, and consumed by complacency.
I used the fragments as part of each sentence and connected the meanings to create the poem. Connecting the fragments was actually very simple because to me they seemed meant to fit together.
Using the words that I had gathered made the process seem very easy. The poem came together without force and with my unconscious intentions.
What an apathetic existence
Without his omnipotence radiating beside me
My intentions are weighted with complacency
Where is my martyr?
Won’t you help me believe in this anomaly?
This is a poem I wrote by choosing words first and then creating a poem with those words. I chose words that I had heard mostly in song lyrics that I was unsure about their meanings. After looking up the meanings, I chose words whose meaning had the most importance to me. Then, I started with one word- omnipotence. I put fragments together, such as His omnipotence, apathetic existence, and consumed by complacency.
I used the fragments as part of each sentence and connected the meanings to create the poem. Connecting the fragments was actually very simple because to me they seemed meant to fit together.
Using the words that I had gathered made the process seem very easy. The poem came together without force and with my unconscious intentions.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Piano Paraphrase
Piano
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me bakc, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday eventings at home, with winter outside
And hymns int he cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of Childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past
Paraphrase
A woman gently sings to me
Her voice sends back in time until I see
Myself as a child under a piano
And I see my mother's feet and she smiles while she sings
I am powerless against the entrapment of this song
Which keeps me here long enough to make me want to belong
To this past time in my life of Sunday evenings during the winter
Singing in our parlor and letting the piano be our guide
The selfish singer now shouts loudly
with the black piano. The beauty
Of the childhood that I once had is now realized
And the adult in me yearns for that childhood
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me bakc, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday eventings at home, with winter outside
And hymns int he cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of Childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past
Paraphrase
A woman gently sings to me
Her voice sends back in time until I see
Myself as a child under a piano
And I see my mother's feet and she smiles while she sings
I am powerless against the entrapment of this song
Which keeps me here long enough to make me want to belong
To this past time in my life of Sunday evenings during the winter
Singing in our parlor and letting the piano be our guide
The selfish singer now shouts loudly
with the black piano. The beauty
Of the childhood that I once had is now realized
And the adult in me yearns for that childhood
The Golf Link Poem
The Golf Link Questions
1. Is this brief poem satiric? Does it contain any verbal irony or is the poet making a matter-of-fact statement in words that mean just what they say?
A satiric poem blends criticism with humor to convey a message. It uses irony to make its points. I definitely see satire in this poem. It shows the irony of men playing golf while children undergo child labor. While it seems to me that most of this poem does not contain verbal irony, there is one instance that does (in my opinion) use verbal irony. This is seen in the poem in the following statement: “The laboring children can look out and see the men at play.” The word “can” makes me think of a privilege for the children. Yet, this is not a privilege at all.
2. What other kind of irony is present in the poem?
I would say that there is irony of fate. It seems that fate has put these two different groups so near each other as if to mock the poor children.
3. The poem dates from before the enactment of legislation against child labor. Is it still a good poem, or is it hopelessly dated?
It is not dated because child labor still exists in several areas around the world whether we choose to see it or not. Also, these situations in which fate seems to mock us will always exist to some extent. I think everyone tends to look out and see others playing while we are stuck somehow in a “laboring” situation.
4. How would you state its theme
Laboring children, men playing.
5. Would you call this poem lyric, narrative, or didactic
I would say it is didactic. I believe that this poem aims to teach more than anything. It is written to educate the reader.
1. Is this brief poem satiric? Does it contain any verbal irony or is the poet making a matter-of-fact statement in words that mean just what they say?
A satiric poem blends criticism with humor to convey a message. It uses irony to make its points. I definitely see satire in this poem. It shows the irony of men playing golf while children undergo child labor. While it seems to me that most of this poem does not contain verbal irony, there is one instance that does (in my opinion) use verbal irony. This is seen in the poem in the following statement: “The laboring children can look out and see the men at play.” The word “can” makes me think of a privilege for the children. Yet, this is not a privilege at all.
2. What other kind of irony is present in the poem?
I would say that there is irony of fate. It seems that fate has put these two different groups so near each other as if to mock the poor children.
3. The poem dates from before the enactment of legislation against child labor. Is it still a good poem, or is it hopelessly dated?
It is not dated because child labor still exists in several areas around the world whether we choose to see it or not. Also, these situations in which fate seems to mock us will always exist to some extent. I think everyone tends to look out and see others playing while we are stuck somehow in a “laboring” situation.
4. How would you state its theme
Laboring children, men playing.
5. Would you call this poem lyric, narrative, or didactic
I would say it is didactic. I believe that this poem aims to teach more than anything. It is written to educate the reader.
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