Teacher: Cristiana Ziraldo
Option #1: Assignment for you to post on her blog: http://creativewriter.altervista.org/
This post is meant to share with Adua’s class in Canada your view of what poetry is. There are no right or wrong answers. Ms. Linda Booy-Korvemaker and I would love you to read the quotations we chose about poetry. Choose the one that speaks to you more closely. Even if you may like all of them or none of them, choose one that is the closest to your idea of what poetry is. Then if you can, look for a quotation yourself or much better write your quotation about poetry. Ideally I would like you to post a poem yourselves, a poem that speaks of you at this very time. The easiest way to do that is to jot down some key words that mirror your feelings at the time being and then link them in the way you wish. However, “the string of words” you create should make sense. I would appreciate if you could accompany the poem with a meaningful image or a video or a song. Post your considerations and your poem and let us read the marvellous things that you can conceive with the power of your feelings and your mind. Enjoy this post and enjoy sharing your views. I am also attaching a photo of our class, can you do the same?
I have written some poetry that I don’t understand myself.
Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) American poet.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those we have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
This is my poem for you:
Seeking out human flesh
Heading for bodies
To reduce them to corpses
The set-phrase “carpe diem”
Does not work
It sounds puerile to
We’re just left with the fickle
Realization that we’re
Figures cut out of cork
Being drifted away by
The invisible yet spiteful
Power of Time
Why should people read or write poetry? Watch this trailer. What do you think the answer for this woman is?
A great example of the power of poetry is
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Teacher: Linda Booy-Korvemaker
Option #2: Or you have the option of submitting to me at [email protected] your “verse” or contribution in response to John Keating’s lecture in Dead Poets Society, when he says:
John Keating: We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.” That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
How not to analyze poetry:
You may submit a poem or verse that represents what you hope to contribute. Write a journal entry that explains the poem/verse and how it reflects your “verse”.