Ode to my Shower
Lather, rinse, repeat
Jasmine, Vanilla
Eucalyptus
Wash, rinse
Bubble, lather
Wash, bubble, rinse
Scrub, gel, baby oil
Lather, rinse, repeat
Repeat.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Revised Dear Sherly
Dear Sherly,
This is a letter for you
explaining our apologies
for the Last couple problems with the dogs.
We are in the prosses
of training them to want to
remain in the bockyard.
Also we will getting
the fence nailed up to minimise
their escape routes.
Also we apologies for the tresh
we had built up in the back alley.
We will reman to keep thot clean
and enough room
for fire trucks.
Thank you.
This is a letter for you
explaining our apologies
for the Last couple problems with the dogs.
We are in the prosses
of training them to want to
remain in the bockyard.
Also we will getting
the fence nailed up to minimise
their escape routes.
Also we apologies for the tresh
we had built up in the back alley.
We will reman to keep thot clean
and enough room
for fire trucks.
Thank you.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Paraphrase of "Oh No" and "Monologue for an Onion"
From Robert Creeley's "Oh No"
If you walk a long distance you will stumble across something. When you arrive, there will be room for you. The place is meant only for you and you will be comfortable. Your friends will be there waiting, happy to see you. And they belong there too.
From Suji Kwock Kim's "Monologue for an Onion"
I don't want to upset you, and I mean you no harm, but still you hurt me and attempt to strip me down.
You continue to cry as you strip away my layers and every part of me falls in front of you. You are mistaken man, as you search deep inside me.
Keep searching. Under every layer, I have another. I am solid, inside and out. My deepest insides you will not discover.
There you are, crying still. Is this how you live? Obsessed with what you think you could find?
You keep tearing away layers of everything around you. Are sadness and destruction enough for you? Stop.
Don't be sad that you cannot see the truth. What did you expect? How are you going to find the truth?
The truth that is in you. You, who keeps digging for the root of it all, desperate for answers. Look at what is right before you, pathetic.
All of my layers are aching. But you are the broken one. What you were trying to do backfired and you've caused yourself pain. You aren't you anymore.
By searching for these answers you have torn your soul, and you are in pieces all around us. And what did you find at your center? A broken core?
You're weak and have separated your own self. You cannot find your true self now deep inside all of the layers. Someday your desperation for truth will kill you.
If you walk a long distance you will stumble across something. When you arrive, there will be room for you. The place is meant only for you and you will be comfortable. Your friends will be there waiting, happy to see you. And they belong there too.
From Suji Kwock Kim's "Monologue for an Onion"
I don't want to upset you, and I mean you no harm, but still you hurt me and attempt to strip me down.
You continue to cry as you strip away my layers and every part of me falls in front of you. You are mistaken man, as you search deep inside me.
Keep searching. Under every layer, I have another. I am solid, inside and out. My deepest insides you will not discover.
There you are, crying still. Is this how you live? Obsessed with what you think you could find?
You keep tearing away layers of everything around you. Are sadness and destruction enough for you? Stop.
Don't be sad that you cannot see the truth. What did you expect? How are you going to find the truth?
The truth that is in you. You, who keeps digging for the root of it all, desperate for answers. Look at what is right before you, pathetic.
All of my layers are aching. But you are the broken one. What you were trying to do backfired and you've caused yourself pain. You aren't you anymore.
By searching for these answers you have torn your soul, and you are in pieces all around us. And what did you find at your center? A broken core?
You're weak and have separated your own self. You cannot find your true self now deep inside all of the layers. Someday your desperation for truth will kill you.
"The Victory" Questions
Page 748
"The Victory" by Anne Stevenson
1. The speaker describes her son like a regret or a downfall she has. She sounds like she resents him. It almost appears that she had hoped to live her life's dreams through her child, "I thought you were my victory," but he possibly let her down or caused her pain in some way, "you cut me like a knife." I think she sounds bitter about his accomplishments, "The stains of your cloud of glory bled from my veins."
2. The speaker might call him "antagonist" because in her mind, he is her opponent; they work against each other. He could be in the way of making her dreams a reality in that he doesn't turn out the way she had hoped he would. The two could be competing for something; glory, power, love or affection.
3. This could be called "The Victory" because the child was supposed to be that for his mother. It could also be a insincere title, like he is the supposed "victory" of her, one that never worked out. It seems to have a sarcastic tone.
4. The mention of the knife as she "brought you out of my body into your life" suggests the baby was born by cesarean. As a not-so-literal meaning, I think it says she resents him and his needing her when she says the "bladed cries." The knife symbolizes the pain the boy has caused her.
"The Victory" by Anne Stevenson
1. The speaker describes her son like a regret or a downfall she has. She sounds like she resents him. It almost appears that she had hoped to live her life's dreams through her child, "I thought you were my victory," but he possibly let her down or caused her pain in some way, "you cut me like a knife." I think she sounds bitter about his accomplishments, "The stains of your cloud of glory bled from my veins."
2. The speaker might call him "antagonist" because in her mind, he is her opponent; they work against each other. He could be in the way of making her dreams a reality in that he doesn't turn out the way she had hoped he would. The two could be competing for something; glory, power, love or affection.
3. This could be called "The Victory" because the child was supposed to be that for his mother. It could also be a insincere title, like he is the supposed "victory" of her, one that never worked out. It seems to have a sarcastic tone.
4. The mention of the knife as she "brought you out of my body into your life" suggests the baby was born by cesarean. As a not-so-literal meaning, I think it says she resents him and his needing her when she says the "bladed cries." The knife symbolizes the pain the boy has caused her.
Word Poem
A few interesting words...
purblind
sunder
squall
carnage
plexus
recumbent
clay
quaff
pukka
vitriolic
His vitriolic gaze was obvious, even by his profile.
He seemed to be purblind in his rage and nothing else existed.
She remained recumbent in the corner behind him.
Her fear was pukka and she was powerless to hide it.
Each of them could see the squall ahead and sunder was the only way out.
purblind
sunder
squall
carnage
plexus
recumbent
clay
quaff
pukka
vitriolic
His vitriolic gaze was obvious, even by his profile.
He seemed to be purblind in his rage and nothing else existed.
She remained recumbent in the corner behind him.
Her fear was pukka and she was powerless to hide it.
Each of them could see the squall ahead and sunder was the only way out.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Slam Poetry
http://www.virtualpoetryslam.net/main/
This is a website that had some sort of contest of slam poetry. Some of the entries on the site are just typed, but there are a lot of videos, and some are really cool. See what you think!
This is a website that had some sort of contest of slam poetry. Some of the entries on the site are just typed, but there are a lot of videos, and some are really cool. See what you think!
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