Wednesday, November 7, 2007

simile poems

Poems can create pain
to the brain

Silly poems
that expand the brain

weakness can create an
awkward instability

mental weakness
unstable mind

A mind can shoot bullets
into a stone wall

impenetrable stone destructed
by mind bullets

My Sestina

You don't have to tell everybody
the size of the enormous barn.
You can see it coming frim my old crap car.
I shouldn't have skipped my class
but I figured I would just read my book
while I wait for my lady under my favorite tree.

At the time, I was content under the tree.
I had perfect seclusion from everybody
but I could still see that enormous barn.
The sounds from it kept me from reading my book.
The voices certainly lacked any form of class
and kept talking amongst themselves about my car.

I was thinking "why would voices make fun of my car"
then suddenly the car's color matched the red colored barn.
Shortly after the same color appeared on the pages of my book
with that ta a likeness of the bark on my favorite tree.
It resembled the color of blood in everybody
regardless of race, religion, or social class.

I was definately ignorant today for not going to class
because I should be there and suffer like everybody,
but the mushrooms kicked in and said, "Seclusion's in the barn."
I'm waiting for my lady, hell, she'll see my car.
I assume she'll wait for me under the tree
and we would read and study my bloody book.

So I left my spot, and set down my old book.
As the color red dripped from the tree
I realized I was snafu and headed for my car.
So how come all of a sudden in front of me was the barn?
I shouldn't fight fate, I heard someone say in class
one day. You shouldn't either and that goes for everybody.

When young, I was the blunt of jokes for everybody.
You would assume that was the case in the barn
but I saw yellow and gold, like the leaves on a dying tree.
I felt like a character in a book
that was always missed when not in class.
Eat some of these and go drive your car.

I was being reborn in a barn a hundred yards from my car
while I skipped class to meet my lady under a tree,
you can't learn about everybody from a book.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Slam poetry link

This is a slam poetry link that if you want to check out some slam poems.

http://www.poetryslam.com/

Poem with interesting words only

Snafu

Diabolical heathen's ravenous
discombobulated quasi-legible puss,
snafu's honorifically primordial

Found poem

One hundred percent
pima cotton, five hundred forty thread count
oversized, flat, sheet, fitted sheet,
has elastic all around
and is designed to fit all measurements,
up to 17 inches.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Paraphrase Ha Jin's poem "Missed Time"

I really suck at this but here is a shot. Ha Jin's poem goes as follows:

My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.

Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning-
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.

My paraphrase:

I haven't wrote a short story, novel, poem, or anything for months, and it is all because of the wealth I have made writing previously. I don't have to write if I don't feel like it and I am not going to give a shit.

The best life for me is to be a lazy ass and not make up stories, like when I retire I won't have to write to have meaning. So when I do retire I hope people think my stories were inspirational because I truly intended to be an inspiration.

"A Clean, Well-Lighted Place" questions

1)The older waiter is so reluctant to go to bed because besides insomnia, he apparently is living with guilt of either doing or going through something terrible when he was younger. The nada refrain shows the old waiter has had some existential injustice against him and he no longer believes in god. The old waiter understands the old man's need for the cafe on the basis of loneliness. They both of them appear to be loners and don't want to be by themselves, especially the suicidel old man. So therefore the cafe represents both of their social lives, based within their comfort zone.

2) I think the attitude of the older waiter would better fit that of the author. The young waiter was shortlived and snappy in his lines. The younger waiter also wanted to get out of there and go home but the drunk old man was preventing this, irritating the younger. The older seemed more patient, let the old man drink, his days are limited. Hemingway makes his own feelings clear when he described how the old man walked away from the cafe, and how he described the older waiters feelings towards the need of the cafe.

3) The style is set when the man continually asks for more liquor. Its distinctive in the sense that the cafe is needed by this old drunk man who recently attempted suicide and another, but there must be more that just don't know about this cafe. Heminway's vocabulary was annoying.

4) The story is told from 3rd person non-participant. I feel it is appropriate to tell the story from the POV because it can emphasize the point of the story trying to be sent. The cafe represents alot more than just a cafe, it represented piece of mind and belonging.