Final Poem made my hair fall out

I took one look at this assignment, and slammed the surf shut. Waste. Of. Time. I don’t understand it, nor do I want to understand it. It has no attention grabbing device. It was torture to “read” through and was the most irrelevant thing I have ever “read”. I wasn’t going to let something like this ruin my weekend, so I guess I can admit that this was procrastination at it’s finest. However, I still did my best to try to understand the poem. Like I said in my last blog, we have beaten poetry to death with a wet mop and this was not the cherry on top to finish. I have been pondering the fact that this was random topics smashed into words which were then added into lines in the most unorganized fashion as humanely possible. You know when parents tell their children “you’re a piece of work” after they did something nonsensical and ridiculous? Yeah, well. This really is a piece of work. I hope no one finds that offensive, but at the same time, I get the vibe that the author of this work really just wanted to annoy the snot out of readers. So maybe they’re finding joy and pride and satisfaction in the pain it is causing it’s readers. Although, it’s not causing me much pain because I am not allowing myself to care. It’s like the senior-itis of the poetry unit. I am ready to be done and could care less. I really just want to stop hating poetry. I miss listening to music and picking out symbols without really knowing I was doing it. Poetry has made me so sick that I’ve been doing something I rarely ever do…I’ve been watching paranormal activity TV shows to relieve my brain of stress from poetry. I am so sick of that p word and all the elements of that p topic. I. JUST. WANT. TO. BE. DONE. I’m about as done with this as I am done with waiting until I can sit out in a tree and watch nature live before my very own closed eyelids. That is all. Good night. And goodbye… poetry 

poetry in the classroom is gross

Writing poetry can be  fun-really fun. It can be relaxing, and can help you clear your mind….UNLESS it is a graded assignment to be turned in on google classroom. My personal definition of poetry is spilling words out onto a paper in a naturally flowing rhythm to clear your mind of that thought or issue. It can be enjoyable. The enjoyment is ripped from the process when there are guidelines to follow and specific elements to be inserted. I still like poetry, just not in the classroom atmosphere where it is beaten to death with a wet mop. With that said, writing the poetry at the degree of complexity we were expected to, is far worse than simply reading and slightly analyzing a poem in class. Why do we need to write poems when there are writers upon writers who have already written millions of poems? Why are we cluttering the world with more pathetic, poorly written, amateur poems when there are so many precious, well-known works of art that have yet to be analyzed by the bone. Seems like a waste of time and utilities to me.

Poetry is such an undermined word. There is so much more to the fancy stanza forms and complicated rhythmic forms. Each line contributes to some amazing story full of detail. I believe that if students weren’t assigned analytical homework and even classwork with time limits, they’d find more enjoyment in poetry. What saves me and keeps me motivated to complete our assignments is my love for music. I understand that modern music is more or less poetry with music added to it. In fact, it IS poetry in which music is played to. The music is used to help the audience feel the tone and mood of the poem without having to think about the meaning behind the lyrics. So I guess I just concluded that music is poetry for dummies. I think we should just start analyzing songs instead of historic poetry. It would be far more interesting for the majority of students, and students would be more likely to successfully associate the different elements of poetry in songs.