Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, July 03, 2010

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

skim.

I'll admit I've never been a big fan of poetry. I prefer nice lengthy books that describe everything in detail whereas poems just seemed too short and never enough.

But after taking lit for 1.5 years I see that sometimes poems say much more than a passage can. The poet uses just those few words yet they manage to invoke so many different feelings.

Poems just aren't about words on a piece of paper, poems can be read out. And I like this way of looking at poetry. Yet, honestly, tell me how many people you know would attend a poetry recital. I'm sure many years ago it was more common, like in the movie "Dead Poet's Society".

However, doesn't mean it's dead now right?

There's this show called "Def Poetry". And basically it's a poetry recital but these people don't recite the old poems that we would have heard of before like Shakespeare's sonnets. Nope, these people recite their own original poetry.

Some of them are really good but here's one I really like.

Sometimes Silence is the Loudest Kind of Noise
by Bassey Ikpi

Monday, March 22, 2010

relic.

If a child lives with criticism,
he learns to condemn.

If a child lives with hostility,
he learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule,
he learns to be shy.
If a child lives with shame,
he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance,
he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement,
he learns confidence.
If a child lives with praise,
he learns to appreciate.
If a child lives with fairness,
he learns justice.
If a child lives with security,
he learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval,
he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship,
He learns to find love
in the world.

If A Child ~ Amanda Carter.

Ring true for anyone?? Cause it certainly does for me.

Monday, January 12, 2009

never been hurt.

From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory

~The Woodspurge by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I really love that line!

Anyway, first day of the second week of college is going pretty well. We're going to have to move classrooms up to the 2nd floor tomorrow for God knows what reason. And I don't understand why we have escalators but they're not functioning??

I seem to have writer's block or something. I can't seem to do anything with my analysis!? I'm still stuck on one page for Pied Beauty and not even started on The Spirit is too Blunt and Instrument or The Woodspurge.