Ch 11:
Making the sensational mundane:
I found this chapter to be helpful because, again, i have a bit of a problem with Raging Against the Machines. lol I have a problem with mushing too much emotion into one poem. Finding a way to take away some of the bit of heavy topics is something i need to practice. I think using an everyday occurrence to dilute some of the weight from some of the things i want to talk about would be useful. I was also attracted to this idea because it seems to be a good way to keep some of the mystery in my work by choosing to write about certain things using a sign that doesn't see to fit at first. I'll have to exercise this a little more.
2/25/11
Random Impulse
Turning humanity into a scripted act for dummies
Organized and numbered lines
ready to be performed
Mangled and gnarled hands yanking strings
at center stage
Scripts collected and rolled into big balls of bullshit
Oozing from buckles staining teeth and lips
Thin pencil lips chapped by dry humor, and caked with crap, Hungry
For honesty devouring every empty cliff hanger
Organized and numbered lines
ready to be performed
Mangled and gnarled hands yanking strings
at center stage
Scripts collected and rolled into big balls of bullshit
Oozing from buckles staining teeth and lips
Thin pencil lips chapped by dry humor, and caked with crap, Hungry
For honesty devouring every empty cliff hanger
random impulse -- word skat
Don't give the monkey bananas. Boomerang -- circular, monkey on your back yellow turned brown, rotting raging banana. Outrageous orangutan screaming in tongues. Hell is parallel to Heaven so the idea is to find a middle ground, common ground. sense of touch under stimulated, mangled gnarled hands yanking at the strings of my center turning humanity to a scripted act of dummies. Ignored scripture tied and collected twined and rolled into a big ball of bullshit oozing from your mouth staining your lips. Vulgar half honest lies sting like the hook that caught the large moth bass. Hooked ego, false hood potent like the fumes of half truthful falsehood seep trough yellowed teeth stained by lies. Thing pencil lips chapped by dry humor. Corrosive corneas weathered by rapidly changing seasons.
Junkyard
"don't feed the monkey on your back bananas and he'll go away"
Each of us literally chooses, by his way of attending to things, what sort of universe he shall appear to himself to inhabit.
It isn't the things that happen to us in our lives that cause us to suffer, it's how we relate to the things that happen to us that causes us to suffer.
- Pema Chodron
nothing will work unless you do
something has to change soon. It's only so long that bullshit can keep backing up the system. sooner or later it's gunna blow; let's just hope we dont miss the toilet and create a bigger mess.
Each of us literally chooses, by his way of attending to things, what sort of universe he shall appear to himself to inhabit.
It isn't the things that happen to us in our lives that cause us to suffer, it's how we relate to the things that happen to us that causes us to suffer.
- Pema Chodron
nothing will work unless you do
something has to change soon. It's only so long that bullshit can keep backing up the system. sooner or later it's gunna blow; let's just hope we dont miss the toilet and create a bigger mess.
2/20/11
Reading Response
Chapter 8
At the beginning of this chapter it talks about intention and word usage. Another area i need work on. Like Mrs. Ellison said in class, learing how to write poetry is like arcitecture. I need to learn how to use and portray the images and symbols that i have floating around in my head. I need to learn how to place my words better in my poetry to make it easier for my readers to follow.
At the beginning of this chapter it talks about intention and word usage. Another area i need work on. Like Mrs. Ellison said in class, learing how to write poetry is like arcitecture. I need to learn how to use and portray the images and symbols that i have floating around in my head. I need to learn how to place my words better in my poetry to make it easier for my readers to follow.
reading
Chapter 9 -- Voice
I thought it was interesting that this chapter used a relationship between a teenager and his/her mother as an example for the tone of poetry. I'm finding that it's hard for me to tone it down and i've probaly become more of the rebellious, flippant teen when it comes to poetry. haha We had a discussion in class about writing about charged topics, using charged words, and how that is the wrong approach to poetry. Well, it seems that i've been doing all of that and i need to tone it down a little. The excercise we did in class with the picture of the resturant and the "word skat" i think will end up being really useful for me. Going back through my poetry, expanding, and replacing abstract words and images along with words and imaged that have a little too much charge behind them.
This chapter also talks about learning what NOT to say. I though i may have been off to a pretty good start when it comes to leaving certain things out of my work, but it seems i'm leaving a little too much mystery and i need to find a happy medium between giving too much away and keeping to much to myself. Like the book says, "catch meaning through suggestion". (p148)
I thought it was interesting that this chapter used a relationship between a teenager and his/her mother as an example for the tone of poetry. I'm finding that it's hard for me to tone it down and i've probaly become more of the rebellious, flippant teen when it comes to poetry. haha We had a discussion in class about writing about charged topics, using charged words, and how that is the wrong approach to poetry. Well, it seems that i've been doing all of that and i need to tone it down a little. The excercise we did in class with the picture of the resturant and the "word skat" i think will end up being really useful for me. Going back through my poetry, expanding, and replacing abstract words and images along with words and imaged that have a little too much charge behind them.
This chapter also talks about learning what NOT to say. I though i may have been off to a pretty good start when it comes to leaving certain things out of my work, but it seems i'm leaving a little too much mystery and i need to find a happy medium between giving too much away and keeping to much to myself. Like the book says, "catch meaning through suggestion". (p148)
Junkyard
"I've never met a tree who tries to force itself to grow and trive"
"mama is tall and brown like the trees"
"Glass bottles dangling from the trees like earrings"
"Don't thank me, that was all you. I just helped chip away some of the struggle"
"I'm watching the clock waiting for escape to meet me"
"mama is tall and brown like the trees"
"Glass bottles dangling from the trees like earrings"
"Don't thank me, that was all you. I just helped chip away some of the struggle"
"I'm watching the clock waiting for escape to meet me"
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