Poetry
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The Ring
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Perhaps the World Ends Here
The poem "Perhaps the World Ends Here" by Joy Harjo is centered on the theme of family and life. The opening sentence states "The world begins at a kitchen table.". The poem continues on to describe everything that gets done there and the people it brings together.
Harjo seems to be saying that the "kitchen table" is the common factor in the things we do that bring people together. For most families and in most homes, people get together and share there thoughts, ideas and daily occurrences during mealtime at the table. Its when everyone gets together and just talks and shares themselves. Its a way people stay connected.
This is were people go to for food, for completing tasks, for talking and for many other things. Its were children are taught manners. Were fights occur and were stories are told and made. Its the beginning of everything and the end of everything.
Friday, May 13, 2011
There It Is
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Democracy
"I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.
I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread."
In this part of the poem Langston is basically saying that all this racial prejudice is uncalled for, he has all the right to be free and own land just as any one else. Langston says he's tried of waiting for things to change and being told that it will come when it comes. He wants a change and he wants it now. He wants to be free just as everyone else is. We're all humans but not all are treated as such.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Barbie Doll
"She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs."
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The Bath
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Song
After choosing Allen Ginsberg for this weeks blog I looked over and read through his poems. For the most part they were all very long and a bit difficult to understand and analyze. After a bit of searching I came upon his poem "Song". It is much shorter than some of the others, but Ginsberg's work still seems hard to analyze and difficult to fully understand. However I went with "Song" I tried to dissect and analyze it in pieces and to me it seems to be generally and foremost about love.
In the first stanza it seems to be saying that yes solitude, and dissatisfaction is a heavy burden to hold but so is love. "The weight of the world is love", that means that the world is made up of love and love is a difficult thing to do, for some its easier then for others. True love is opening your heart and letting yourself be completely vulnerable. Most people want love, they want someone there for them to help them through the bad times. We rely so much on the love of others and the support of others, we don't always do things to our full potential. "We carry" this huge want of love, we search for it, go out of our way for it sometimes.
"In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human-- looks out of the heart burning with purity-- for the burden of life is love"
Its saying here that we dream about it, think about it and imagine it and we feel it, we want it, we crave and long for it. Love is one of the hardest aspects of life. Some long so much for it, some it comes quickly to, others not. But it's love that causes so much pain. When people truly care and love they are opening themselves up for the possibility of worlds of pain.