Sunday, March 20, 2011

New Quarter!!!!

The poem I chose to do this week was one that I felt was extremely abstract. It was the poem written by Margaret Atwood.

You Fit into Me

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye

This poem is very short, but in the short lines the author, atwood, was able to give the reader a poem for how this person fits into her. She could've chosen to write intense detail, filled with imagery in order to figure out how that "person" fits into her.
The first stanza was a phrase that is seemingly familiar, but she takes it beyond by explaining which hook it is and how the eye is looked upon. The detail of a fish hook could have been used because if you have ever seen a fish hook it has jagged ends on it and obviously the round tip in order to ensure the bait will remain on it, therefore; if something gets caught it will have an extremely hard time trying to get released. This symbol is further explaining how he "fits into her", because that open eye will have an extremely hard time getting away from the jagged hook.
Atwood wrote the poem in 2 short stanzas because, I believe, that there was nothing else she needed to describe in order for the reader to understand what she was saying. Or, that she wanted to remain seemingly abstract as for the reader to interept the poem in whichever way they choose.


Sunday, March 13, 2011

Farewell to Comfort.

Farewell to mornings spent learning about the human mind.
Farewell to a teacher seen as an inspiration in history.
Farewell to the consistent wobbly desk in room D205.

Farewell to the stage that gave me a place to let my true voice come through.
Farewell to the loving teachers that guided without haste.
Farewell to those precious moments of comfort.

Farewell to the comfort felt when huddled between my parents watching a movie on saturday nights.
Farewell to the high jump pit that inspired a track athlete within me, and inspired a goal.
Farewell to the hallways that filled with familar faces.

Those moments give me the strength to grasp the unknown by the hand,
and gently walk with it,
unafraid
and untaken.

Farewell to Comfort.

To Suffer...

Questions about Suffering
Why is it that everyone has to suffer?
How are we so blind to it in other people?
Why do we feel we suffer more or less than others?

Why must we suffer to attain lessons?
Why do we sometimes turn the other when we someone suffering?
How is it that suffering is the true example of humanity?

Is suffering better than feeling nothing at all?
Why do some who have everything still suffer?
When will it end?

Would we have humanity and compassion without suffering?
What is true suffering, is it ceasing to have any emotion?