Here we are. This is our "public" space. Write here your poems, short stories and considerations.
We started with our "gut" responses to the question "What is poetry to you?" Please write your comments.
EXPRESSION OF THE SELF
NURTURING PRESENCE IN ONE’S EXISTENCE
INCAPABILITY OF KEEPING ONE’S HANDS STILL
INCAPABILITY OF REFRAINING FROM WRITING, FROM BEING
Go to google videos and look for "The Use of language in Poetry". Watch the video again and see if any of the words the poet says may still be of any help to sparkle your imagination! Then jot down the words that are meaningful to you as a potential writer.
A wonderful poem by Langston Hughes will certainly inspire us today.
Listen to it and then read it by yourself. What are dreams to you?
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren filed
Frozen with snow
Now write your own poem. Follow the prompt as support and inspiration.
As I told you in class, there is nothing I will ask you to do that I won’t do myself (this is called coherence, isn’t it?). I cannot possibly ask you to share your feelings and opinions with the rest of the world (the NET), if I do not overcome my own fears and sense of pruderie (poetry is about intimacy, isn’t it?). So here is my poem.
Dreaming is the colour of silence stretching out into the universe of our existence
I feel it when I am with my loved ones, when I see a smiling face, when I feel I am needed
It sounds like the flowing of water and the rustling of evanescent leaves
When we live with dreaming
We fill our lives with meaning and purposeful joy
It tastes of icecream and fills my mouth with a creamy consistency
and I see it in my bed sheets
I dream of dreaming when I feel like drowning in my sorrow, wading in my fears, chocking in my powerlessness before life’s slashing injustices, life’s bitter insults, life’s maddening incongruities
And I hope that one day dreaming will save us all, will unite us in a world where barriers are made of cotton wool, anger made of cotton candy, weapons made of melting chocolate, evil made of soft mortar, pain made of sweet flowing water
The poems your wrote are really special, so please let other people possessed of the same passion for poetry as ours read them.
Poetry certainly expresses our identity. We will work on slam poetry too. I am growing passionate about it. Hope we will enjoy it together. I would love to share this wonderful slam poem with other students. I loved it so much because it speaks of me too. It is really intimate, it moves me to anger. As I told you in class, we are all angry in some way. Slam poets give vent to their anger through their performances. Instead of hitting someone’s face for the injustice they think they have had to withstand in life, they hit their victimizer with their words, with their poems and by doing this they raise an issue everybody can ponder on and benefit from.
LAUGHS are reassuring
LAUGHS are reassuring, comforting
are reassuring, comforting, warm
reassuring, comfroting, warm, nurturing
We start with a laughter
we grow laughing
and hopefully we will end our existence with a great laughter of joy!