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February 26, 2007

Enjamb This


"If you find yourself automatically pausing at the end of every line, regardless of whether the meaning of the poem calls for a pause at that point..."

Try reading Chaucer in middle english and adhering to this. It will make your eyes bleed. I'm just trying to figure out what the words i'm reading mean, I don't have time for that puncuation poppycock. His poetry is so enjambed you don't know where the rhyme is half the time. If I try to focus on reading the poem the right way I will often times black out.

Not a poem.

Are you kidding me?

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
"you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold"


Not a poem.
I'm putting my foot down on this one.
Not a poem.

What is this? It sounds like a post-it note that fell off of the refrigerator. How does this even constitute as poetry? Is there some clause in the poetry manual that states that any random thought about plums is automatically a poem? Next time a group of people get together and start making up rules for poems, I want in.

February 21, 2007

Sometimes I Make Portfolios...

Here is a link to my Portfolio #1.

Enjoy

Best Portfolio #1 Ever?

During the first couple of weeks of EL150, I did some things.
Here are are few of those things.

Blogging
I wrote this
I wrote this one, too.
Also, I may have written this one.
This entry is mind-blowing
This one can ward off bears.


Other people have blogs too.
I commented on them.

The blogs...not the people.


Comments!
Amazing comment 1
Amazing comment 2
Amazing comment 3
Amazing comment 4
Amazing comment 5

February 16, 2007

After class I'm going to go eat some raisin bran...'cause it tastes good, and I like it.

"That is to thy damnation without lesing
For my love is contrary to the love everlasting."


materialism is such a common theme in religious/spiritual literature that you'd think it would get old, but somhow, "Everyman" seems to do a great job with its portrayal.
"My love is contrary to love everlasting."
This line is so great becasue it doesn't throw out some overused cliche or tricky paradox. It sums up a thousand lessons, but remains short and sweet. The one thing that i really enjoyed at this poem is that it doesn't preach as much as other stories of this genre. It doesn't state facts, but rather eludes to them in ways that don't annoy the less-than-religious reader.

February 12, 2007

marshmallows and tuna fish

"It was supposed that no one but the gods could exist above their summits. How we have advanced, thanks to the Machine!"

Did he just compare the Machine to God?
Now, I may be wrong here, but unless God is some kick-ass robot, and he’s cool with this sort of thing, I’m going to go ahead and place that quote under the “Heresy” category. I’m no heretic expert, but I’m pretty sure that idolizing a machine is a no-no. This is just another prime example of how admiration leads to obsession leads to addiction leads to dependency leads to idolatry… I think.
I also think that Foster is on to something here. The predictions in this story come a little too close for comfort. Modern society has become infatuated with technology. Just think of the progression of everyday technology and how heavily we rely on the objects we possess. First it was the wheel, then the horse, then the stove, then the toaster, then the TV, then the snowmobile, then the internet. We have already consumed ourselves with advancement so much that we have surrounded ourselves with a safety blanket of technology. It’s to the point that if we go back two years, we’d be lost. We’re advancing ourselves at such a pace that we could eventually end up like this underground civilization, sitting around our ipods and blackberries, thanking them for destroying individualism and any threat of free thinking.