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daM goD

Tuesday, April 2nd, 2013

During Monday’s discussion of “Looking a Mad Dog Dead in the Eyes,” Sarah’s comment about reading “Mad Dog” as an anagram blew my mind.

I believe the speaker is criticizing man’s relationship with God. Furthermore, I think the speaker is calling on man to take back control and suggests that man should assert his power over God.

I think this has to be a myth, or at least partially a myth, but growing up I was always told that there was a simple way to establish dominance with a dog (granted, I was terrified of dogs much of my young life so there’s a good chance this was a lie adults told me, thinking I might find it comforting). I was told that one must look a dog dead in the eyes and hold its gaze to assert power until the dog ultimately looks away.

I think it’s interesting to think that this poem is criticizing the way we have been trained to worship God and calling on us, instead, to train God…even if this all does sound a bit Mad.

I’m a line! I’ll do WHATEVER I wanna do!!

Monday, March 25th, 2013

Lines do what they want to do?

  • Focus of process and form
  • Not on depth
  • Form grows out of the content

Do you agree or disagree?

Joy Comes in the Morning Sun

Tuesday, March 12th, 2013
Before explaining “Morning Sun” the best I can. I want to start at the beginning of class Monday when Professor gave us the two perspectives of confessional poetry. (1)Confession-expiation of sins, self accusation non-conformism, suicide, in contestable, self surveillance. (2)poverty of the ideology, actual pain given and taken, politic repressive, socialism.  Being one who is very decisive, I have decided that I can not decide between the two for this poem and will strive to incorporate both perspectives within this “statue” of a poem, “Morning Song.”
Hearing a lot of “be carefuls” in class about our interpretations of pronouns like, “I” and “You” and who they might be, tells me to not be careful at all because the people who warn “us”, whoever they might be are not Sylvia Plath and are merely giving opinions.  Interpretations are merely that, ones own opinion of a given work. I give my opinion this fine evening. 
The pronouns to focus on in this poem are “Love/One”, “Our”, “I”, “Your”, and “We.” I know some begin to perspire when religion is brought into the conversation but it will be ok, I promise.  One may suggest “Love” is God and God is Love. “Our”, being society. or the “peanut-crunching crowd” that Plath would call them Or Nature birds chirping etc. “I”, is the speaker whoever you may be please take the mic when you have the chance, we can be the speaker box. “Your” or “you” is the most fun because it can be interchanged with the speaker or God. “We” isn’t as fun but it is synonymous with “Our.” Read along if you would like to overstand as Bob Marley would say:
God set you going like a fat gold watch.(wake up) “midwife”- at birth, slapped your footsoles(walk perhaps), Bald cry( first cry at birth) the elements(society or Nature)
Our voices(chattering in the peanut gallery, or birds chirping) New statue(Man or Women)
drafty Muse( Muse is good, drafty bad). We stand round blankly like walls(trying to capture you with their stares).
The third stanza is very tough but, you know how Jesus was created in the likeness of man? cloud (pure soul, Jesus) that distill a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind’s hand, lots of natural stuff would tell me that God is present.
We as strong statue humans are cut down to the size of “flat pink roses” in the fourth stanza. pink roses(innocent babies)I wake to listen( I’ve heard of people not getting out of bed unless they “hear” that it is time, from something if it be an alarm, birds, a crash etc.)
God’s cry( to us), Victorian(champion to see another day). Your mouth( yawn perhaps or we haven’t cursed yet like a clean slate, or God’s cry is clear in the form of an alarm, birds chirping, or crash). The window square( my favorite part, regular old window or the sky).
and now you try( you little star you). Your handful of notes(what we know, our lexicon of knowledge, some suggest God speaks through us). clear vowels like the heavenly soul or cloud or wind, translucent and sacred and just like in Bishop’s “Armadillo”,”fire balloons”, regular balloons can be used to represent those souls that rise after death, we did it at my church during vacation bible school.
This poem is essentially saying every morning is a new beginning or a birth into the day.

Where was this circa Beat Generation?

Tuesday, February 26th, 2013

So raise up squire, adjust your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you’re on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed




Thursday, February 21st, 2013

Dreams are drugs of dreary


         Hopes that suffocate

Don’t hold your breath Brothers,

Sisters alike dark and bright,


We close our eyes and blow out the


Hope instead and

eat the daily bread or

dead dark red. No

Neon light undertones

that project our deepest




Let’s talk January.

Friday, January 25th, 2013

For the love of all things Bishop, I need some help. No, this is not an eloquent post, but an inquiry: what do you make of all things January in “Brazil, January 1, 1502”?

We have Rio de Janeiro, which translates to “Rivers of January” and is yes, obviously, a reference to a city in Brazil (and the 2016 Olympics, right?). But tell me if I’m going to far with some analysis here:

We discussed in class how the poem examines colonial influence by mention of explorers, exploitation of women (that are viewed as maddened because they are not white, not because they are seductive), etc. January 1 is, as we all know, the mark of a new year. I feel like the idea of a new year with fresh beginnings is a new start and potentially takes on another meaning when you are leaving your home country as “an old dream of wealth and luxury” that is “out of style”. I would argue, for now, that Bishop conveys the irony of this “Sin” (that I am extending to colonialism and not just religion”) in settling and exploiting new land: that these individuals who do set out for “a brand-new pleasure” in new, previously unexplored territory bring in old, primitive traditions and roles to exert dominance, stability, and order.


Too much? Maybe. Happy Friday!

links on links links / lines on lines on lines

Thursday, January 24th, 2013

“Shall I Encode Thee in DNA? Sonnets Stored On Double Helix”

DNA storage for sonnets; what poet wouldn’t want that? Nevermind the potential irrelevancy of sharing this article but man, my wildest science fiction fantasies are a-comin’ true.

Don’t have the money to research this? No problem, there’s nothing like memorizing a poem the old fashioned way. And what’s this? Two of our contemporary poets are on here since their poems are “particularly rewarding to memorize”? Plus, NPR’s little description about Bishop’s “The Fish” is that it leads towards “a euphoric release.” Let’s just say I’m feeling some serious heart palpitations while reading this lady.

Now I’m off my NPR kick, here‘s one of David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire columns from forever ago that yes, mentions Bishop. Main discussion revolves around this essay by her that was published posthumously under the pseudo name “Mr. Margolies” (which makes sense if and when you read the essay). Biespiel summarizes the essay pretty well and it resonates well with the previous essays we read in class and Bishop’s biography:

“Bishop’s idea about learning is that you must live to become a writer, not just be a completer of writing assignments, even if those assignments are composed as poems. That you must you must be alert to living not to lessons.”

Here’s one of my favorites from the essay:

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I have nothing else to add. Happy reading!


Fun Things Before Bishop

Thursday, January 17th, 2013

I’m hoping I’ll understand the reference to Bishop after next week in today’s Poetry Daily Poem of the Day right here.

And if you’re nervous about reading Bishop, this article from Poetry Magazine, “Safer Than Ambien,” may convince ya to just stick to it.

X: People are attracted to her natural, conversational style. It undercuts her cerebralism. Her modesty makes her braininess OK.

ME: It’s true, we pretend to judge poems but we really judge the poet behind them, or what appears to be their congeniality.

Girl is just too beautiful. Happy reading!