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EnglishMelanie: contemporary poetry
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Sunday, April 1, 2007. Hmmm…what is contemporary poetry? Trying to define contemporary poetry is problematic for me on several levels. First, the word “contemporary” is tricky. How old can the poetry be to not be contemporary or, in other words, how new should it be? Another possible hallmark of contemporary poetry, not that this is exclusive to contemporary poetry, seems to be that contemporary poetry makes the reader work a little harder to extract meaning. Even in poetry that we think is accessibl...
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EnglishMelanie: March 2007
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Monday, March 26, 2007. According to Hillman, revelry (music, carnival, circus, clown) represents "riotous rebellion (revel/rebel), discord" (175). He also contends that these types of dreams are more common than you may think. Even if there is no carnival or circus scene in the dream, if your dream is literally or figuratively "upside-down," then an element of carnival is present. A couple of interesting ideas. 2 "Where else but the circus will we ever see the underworld in daylight? One – mountai...
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: Poem and Response to Lucie Brock-Broido
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Poem and Response to Lucie Brock-Broido. As the knife pierced the flesh. She kept on cutting. It wasn’t until she saw the blood. Mixing with the tomato juice. That she lifted her finger. And stuck it in her mouth. She felt the blood shoot out,. Warm and wet,. It trickled down her throat,. But the finger remained numb. It would be the last time her mom. Would ask her to chop. They said she might not be allowed. To play with the other kids. She kept pinching the boy. Until his skin turned red and started.
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EnglishMelanie: new poems
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Sunday, April 22, 2007. Here are the latest 550 poems. I will admit that I felt very uninspired this week. My poems are subpar. Sorry. It was on that September day, shortly after her 70th,. It was when they passed - on their way up her sidewalk - the unfamiliar face of the salesman. On his way down her sidewalk. She sat, with hands folded, in the kitchen of her small house. She had purchased life insurance from the traveling salesman and had already forgotten that she'd written the check. And, wow, look,.
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EnglishMelanie: February 2007
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007. Paragmos, Sparagmos, you're tearing me apart. You're ripping out my heart. I feel like I've been torn to shreds. Sparagmos is apparently everyhwere. Dr Keeler read us "Kneeling Down to Peer into a Culvert" by Robert Bly in 550 today. The end of it reads, " I am alone, with no duties, living as I live. / Then one morning a head like mine pokes from the water. / I fight—it’s time, it’s right—and am torn to pieces fighting.". Tennesse Williams includes the concept in. Jamie tried...
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EnglishMelanie: All writers must experience sparagmos
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Friday, April 13, 2007. All writers must experience sparagmos. Here are the poem excerpts. Kneeling Down to Peer into a Culvert" Robert Bly. I am alone, with no duties, living as I live. / Then one morning a head like mine pokes from the water. / I fight - it's time, it's right - and am torn to pieces fighting.". He is rended, he rends himself, he dances, / he whirls so hard everything he. Flies off. / He crumples as paper but rises daily from the dead.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: March 2007
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WITH A CONFIDENT AND DETERMINED HAND. With one movement of the hand,. Another piece of clay falls to the floor. After a few more strokes,. A figure begins to appear. Somehow, he always seems to find. The art within the clay. I could never do it. The blob of clay remains a blob. Despite my endeavors to make something beautiful. Even after years of watching,. My hands have failed to imitate his movements,. Or, at least, produce the same result. The problem is, he makes it seem. I could watch him for hours,.
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: Poetry inspired by Jim Harrison and Lucie Brock-Broido
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Poetry inspired by Jim Harrison and Lucie Brock-Broido. As the knife pierced the flesh. She kept on cutting. It wasn’t until she saw the blood. Mixing with the tomato juice. That she lifted her finger. And stuck it in her mouth. She felt the blood shoot out,. Warm and wet,. It trickled down her throat,. But the finger remained numb. A similar thing had happened. When she broke her arm. She fell down hard. But it wasn’t until people gawked. At her arm hanging limply. That she decided to give merit. I am a...
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: England
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This is not really related to either of my classes, but it does have to do with my summer class and with me as a person. I just finished booking a flight to London for a week in July. I have been trying to get this trip going for the past 3 years and it is finally. Now it is time to yank my head out of the clouds and get some actual work done. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry. Poetry inspired by Jim Harrison and Lucie Brock-Br.
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: A dorky dream
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I have been really bad about posting dreams and/or thoughts on class. I guess all of my writing lately has been dedicated toward the paper. I did have a dream last night, however, that was too good not to share:. Looks as though I'll have to wait a little longer to partake in an Austen-dedicated affair! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry. Poem and Response to Lucie Brock-Broido. View my complete profile.
