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.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
A Letter in October
The imagery being shown is supposed to mirror the old man, it’s a mixture of reality and nature combining the two showing the parallels between humans and nature/seasons. Everything in the world eventually comes to an end.
The narrator plays with light and dark also giving a sense of life and death. In the line “Dawn comes later and later now” it’s saying that fall is turning to winter. Winter is representing the end of the old man’s time.
This poem is showing how quickly time goes by and how short life really is, we see this in the line "pale and odd, startled by time". In this line the old man is surprised; to him it feels like old age has just sprung on him it came so quickly, without notice.
The last sentence "And I, who only wished to keep looking out, must now keep looking in" I feel has to do with death. Sort of like being alive and part of the world he could do whatever, be wherever, see wherever, but with death comes confinement. He is no longer free, he is eternally stuck with no light or windows or nature. It is just his body lying still, an eternity slumbering, forever in the earth.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Under Stars
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Facing It
The poem "Facing It" by Yusef Kumunyakaa is about a Vietnam War veteran. In this poem he goes to visit the memorial, and he seems to go often. While there he seems to struggle with the idea that he is there. Meaning he's a part of it yet he is not. He states "I'm stone. I'm flesh." Which could mean he realizes he's alive but he feels like his name should be there. Possibly he doesn't think he deserved to live when so many others died. He pays special attention to Andrew Johnson, probably someone he knew during the war, and judging by the flashback, saw die. Also I feel this sentence "half-expecting to find my own in letters like smoke" reinforces what I feel. It's as if a large part of him did in fact die in Vietnam.
Also "I'm stone. I'm flesh" could be interpreted another way. If you look at the sentence before it where it says:
" I said I wouldn't, dammit: No tears. I'm stone. I'm flesh."
By "stone" he could mean that he is strong and powerful. He can take whatever life throws at him and whatever it takes away. He didn't want to succumb to those emotions. He wanted to be strong for himself and those he fought with.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Fish
Along with that we also learn by the line "Like medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering, a five-haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching jaw" that this fish has been through trials and hardships, it has learned through the years how to survive. But after being caught for possibly the sixth time the fish seems to have maybe given up, grown tired of fighting back.
As she goes own she comments not only on its will but on its appearance showing the fish in a new light, comparing it with such things as flowers. Which someone would usually relate to as something pretty or nice to look at. In the very beginning of the poem it is made known that the fish was old and weathered, not something one would say is beautiful. She writes "He was speckled with barnacles, fine rosettes of lime... the pink swim-bladder like a big peony", by doing so she is seamlessly comparing something that is seen as sometimes "ugly" as something, if looked at, really looked at and examined can be seen as something beautiful. People don't always see things for what they are or see the true potential of things.
I feel the fish in itself symbolizes two things. Being strong and being able to take care of yourself but also seeing things in a different light. Don't make a snap judgement on something until you really see it and know it for what it is, what it means and what its been through.
At the end the fish is released back into the water. I feel the fisherman did this not because he felt sorry for the fish but because he felt pride and self satisfaction in himself for his accomplishment of catching this fish that has gotten away so many other times.