Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Writing

Writing

Jan Dean

and then i saw it

saw it all all the mess

and blood and everythink

and mam agenst the kichin dor

the flor all stiky

and the wall all wet

and red an dad besid the kichen draw

i saw it saw it all an wrot it down an ever word of it is tru


You must take care to write in sentences,

Check your spellings and your paragraphs.

Is this finished? It is rather short.

Perhaps next time you will have more to say.


I figured since this blog is on literature and composition it would only be fitting to have the last poem of the school year be on writing.

We're able to see that though the child's spelling and structure leaves room for growth, it drowns the audience in imagery and significance.

And then the italicized words that critic the "writing" focus to heavily on the words (and their placement) rather than the meaning of what they say.

Writing is about how words come together to create something meaningful. Structure, syntax, diction, all that jargon are a means to an end of

Enlightenment, discovery, Love Stories, and all those things that writing gives us.


Over the time that i've had this blog I hope those means of presenting thought have improved but more importantly I hope the blog has actually been

a canon for higher level thought. I've done my best and hope any brave soul who reads it enjoys what I've written.


Thank you

note, passed to superman

note, passed to superman

Lucille Clifton

sweet jesus, superman,

if i had seen you

dressed in your blue suit

i would have known you.

maybe that choirboy clark

can stand around

listening to stories

but not you,

not with metropolis

to save and every crook in town

filthy with kryptonite.

lord, man of steel,

i understand the cape,

the leggings,

the whole ball of wax.

you can trust me,

there is no planet stranger

than the one i’m from.


Sweet jesus, Ap readers, wasn't this an interesting poem. I'm wondering whether the first line was a comparison of the two figures or just exclamation of excitement/admiration. Clifton says she would know the good, super hero, and that the mere human of clark kent can be human-like, standing around listening to the news and horror of the world. But Superman, he saves the city, captures the criminals with their human weaknesses all about them (kryptonite.) Making himself different, with the cape and leggings and everything, from humanity only makes sense because earth is the strangest planet ever.


This poem is strange for this author because in clifton's other writings that i've read, she has always had a positive outlook on humanity in general.


Well hope you've enjoyed reading, please leave your comments.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.


The paradoxical metaphor in the beginning really gets the audiences' attention and leads them to reading more of the poem.

Saying that green is the hardest color to hold is increasing the worth on it. But then the author contrasts the imagery

by telling us the though the leaves make flowers (a beautiful image of life) it only last an hour (the mournful image of death.)

He continues with this line of thinking using Aristotelian inductive logic (using many examples to prove a larger point)

that everything which is great cannot stay great; nothing gold can stay.


Ya I made this one a bit over complicated