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Sunday, April 14, 2013

A Terrible Question
Alex Carrier

Today it rained a lot outside.
Flooded streets with mini-rivers
Carrying debris into the distance.
But the whole time it rained,
I could not help but to think,
This one certain thought:

I sat in my dorm room
And starred out the window
Into the ever turbulent storm
Raging like a mad mother
Whose son had broken
Her new vase. While
This thought grew and grew
Like a rampant weed in my head,
Still I sat.

Was I going to do anything about it?
Or
Was I simply going to let this one
Question bug the complete shit
Out of me.

After looking through the glass
For what seemed like a
Freckle past a hair, I decided to
Grab the reins of my own life.
I got up out of my chair,
Turned around quickly before I could
Change my mind once again,
And decided to eat Moes for dinner.





Sunday, April 7, 2013

One Night In Paradise -  Alex Carrier

I decided to take a jog
around my new mansion.
Listening to Eminem
I suddenly had a vision.
The once blank canvas
inside my head. Now
held a picture of a new fountain.
I turned around and thought,
"Ah yes, I shall put it there."

When I had finished my run
I couldn't help but smile.
Reminiscing about a time
when I called a hotel home.
Too poor to afford anything else,
I was lucky to have friends at places like that.
Now I smiled and gave a small chuckle as I
took a bite out of my candy red apple
and looked at my matching Ferrari.

Afterwards I decided to take a
quick
dive in my pool.
Maybe tonight I'll throw a party
and invite the whole neighborhood.
Just for one night I'll live in a
Scott Fitzgerald novel.
And after that?
I think I'll give it all away.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Sorry For the Wait

Meeting and Passing - Robert Frost

As I went down the hill along the wall 
There was a gate I had leaned at for the view 
And had just turned from when I first saw you 
As you came up the hill. We met. But all 
We did that day was mingle great and small 
Footprints in summer dust as if we drew 
The figure of our being less than two 
But more than one as yet. Your parasol 
Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust. 
And all the time we talked you seemed to see 
Something down there to smile at in the dust. 
(Oh, it was without prejudice to me!) 
Afterward I went past what you had passed 
Before we met, and you what I had passed. 


     This poem is about two people who meet and are destined to be together, though they do not know it yet. This voice in this poem is coming from an omnipotent person somewhere in the distance. I can tell this because he knows that they will end up together. This is seen in lines 7-8 when the poem says, " The figure of our being less than two /  But more than one as yet." These lines are also a good example of a metaphor and figurative language because again it speaks of how they are not "whole" or "married" yet but are still destined to be. The next line is a joke about how they are between one and two because the parasol made a decimal in the dust. It says, "Your parasol / Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust." A good example of image comes during the last two lines of the poem. Here it says, "Afterward I went past what you had passed / Before we met, and you what I had passed." In my head this paints a picture of the two people leaving each other and heading the way that they other person just came from. While doing this they do not experience exactly the same thing as the other one did, as they will when they are a couple, but each share in the other's experience just a little.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Moods

My response to "The Moods" by W.B. Yeats.


Moods
Like attitudes
Can be rude and crude.
They can also be happy or sad.
Under control, or uncontrollably mad.

Moods
Come and go
Like the seasonal snow
Running fast like a fleeting doe

Moods
Hang in your mind
Suspended as if time doesn’t exist.
Exist. Cold Mist. Big Fish. Gone. Pissed. Empty Dish.

Moods
Are good vs. evil.
Like that one time you gave
The homeless man a nickel and dime,
To buy crack.

Moods
Can be so fast
An incredible blast
Finishing first and never last
But just like that, they have soon past.

Moods
Are like zombies.
The living dead in a brain
Growing, living, and dying, all
While never really living at all.

Moods
Are universal.
Crying babies, protective mothers, angry lions.
Trapped in a labyrinth of emotion, you search for the
Exit. Yet end up back where you started.
Confused? Bruised? Misused?
Methodically misunderstood.
Mood.


By Alex Carrier 

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Little White Church by Marilyn Nelson





The speaker of this poem appears to be a young maybe teenage girl and she is speaking to the reader. I say “appears to be” because it never truly states that it is a girl, but by the wording used I can guess. It talks about dancing and about “the Phelps boy”. This poem uses imagery to convey its message. One example of the imagery used in this poem is when it talks about dancing. It says, “We knew how a sudden April desire to dance/ can topple you head over heels into the fire.” These two lines express how her religious views prevent them her from being able to dance freely, kind of like Footloose the movie. Also, the “fire” is a clear reference to Hell. In the second stanza of this poem, the author uses the word “inebriate” to give the reader the idea of how she feels when a boy close to her in service breathes. This reminded me of  that “butterflies in your stomach” feeling you get before a big game or before talking to a pretty girl. A third example of imagery used in this poem is used on the first line of the poem. It says, “Us Free Will Baptists walked a thin tightwire/ a springing path out over the abyss.” They did not actually walk on a tightwire, obviously. However, this line is showing how she believes her religious views keep her from falling into the black hole that is Hell. 

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Teller

by David Mason I think that

He told me, maybe thirty years ago,
he'd met a rawboned Eskimo named Jack
while filming polar bears on an ice floe.
Jack went out fishing in his sealskin kayak
but the current carried him so far off course
that when a Russian freighter rescued him
they signed him as a mate to Singapore.
Five years at sea it took to get back home.

The year an Englishman gave him his name.
The year of hustling on a Bali beach.
The year of opium in Viet Nam.
The year he pined for snow. The year he searched
for any vessel that would turn toward Nome.
The man who told me? I tell you, I don't know.



    I chose this poem because I thought it told an interesting story. It tells the story of an Eskimo, who one day goes fishing and gets blown way off course. It took him five full years until this Eskimo, names Jack, finally returned home. The first year and Englishman named him Jack, because lets be honest, most Eskimo names are hard to pronounce. Apparently, during Jack's second year away from home he spent the year hustling people to earn a living. His third year away Jack became addicted to opium. His fourth year away is when Jack really began to long to go back home, "pining for snow." However, it wasn't until his fifth year that Jack became so desperate to return home that he would do anything. The funny thing is that the teller of this poem cannot remember who told him the story of Jack the Eskimo.
     This poem is broken into two stanzas. The first telling the story of how Jack got lost, and the second on how he spent his time away from home, until he was finally able to come home. The tone of the poem starts off mysterious as the narrator recalls events heard thirty years ago. It then shifts towards a more humorous tone when he recounts the part about the Russian mistaking Jack for an Asian man. The next stanza starts off with a more somber tone as Jack's life slowly crumbles before him. The poem then ends on it last line with another mysterious tone because the narrator cannot remember who told him of Jack's journey in the first place.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Music Playlist For ENC1142



                      "Rap is the truest form of poetry"- Albert Einstein

1. Fo Real- Future Feat. Drake
2. Rich As F*ck- Lil Wayne Feat. 2 Chainz
3. Dirty Work- Akon Feat. Wiz Khalifa
4. All Gold Everything- Trinadad James Feat. Young Jeezy & 2 Chainz
5. B*tches Love Me- Lil Wayne Feat. Future & Drake
6. G.O.O.D Morning- 2 Chainz
7. Hate Being Sober- Chief Keef Feat. 50 Cent & Wiz Khalifa
8. Sorry- T.I. Feat Andre 3000
9. No Days Off- Roscoe Dash
10. Swimming Pools- Tyga


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