We return to poetry with a very special piece of work… The Dodo’s Conumdrum. This poem embodies everthing I hate about poetry. The struggle to understand its meaning, strange structure, and how to me it is just spouting nonsensical ramblings. The theme eludes me so far, but with a little more time and another dozen re-reads, I’ll come up with something. I think I’ve become better at answering the sound and sense questions, but with this poem, all of that built up skill was thrown out the window. Half of my answers are laughably bad, with way too many “not present in poem” answers. Then again, I was completely it on a time constrant, so I may have not given some of the questions the thought they needed. I just read this mentally taxing poem and said to myself, “whatever, I gotta go run a holiday concert in a half-hour, so let’s just get this done.” Writing poetry did affect the way that I read and analyzed the poem, as I was able to identify some things about it, like how it changes structure throughout its runtime, changing from ballad to free verse and then back to ballad. But most of the time I was distracted trying to figure out the message the poet was trying to convey, which made it so that I wasn’t really paying attention to the actual mechanics of the poem. Hopefully we go into detail and discuss this poem in class, because I’d really like to hear someone’s professional analysis on this. It’s sadly probably the only way that I’ll be able to wrap my head around it, once it is explained to me in detail. If the poems that we read in the future are like this as well, then I might be in some trouble.
When we first started this unit, (who knows how many times I’ve told you this by now), I hated poetry. But now, I cna safely say that i can tolerate it. After seeing all of the different poems we’ve read and analyzed, I seemed to have developed this newfound respect for the poems themselves and the poets behind them. Writing the two poems that we were required to construct was a monumental task (to me, at least). Through learning that poems can’t be produced a dime a dozen, the poets and the peoms they wrote grew into something that I wanted my poems to be like, even though they miserably failed to do so. Writing my first poem gave me the experience to improve upon my second peom, and I would say it worked. Both were absolute garbage, but I’d say that the second one was a little better than the first, how miniscule the difference might be. My second poem is about the human conscience and how discovering your emotions can lead you to connect to others like you. Though I don’t think I effeciently portrayed that message in the poem itself. I made it about that because I’ve always thought the minds of humans were interesting. Why do we think the way we do? Why do we believe in the sometimes nonsensical ideaologies or false God(s) that we believe in? This poem was the simplest way to explore human mind for me.
Adding visual components could potentially help my poem, just not im some cases. I described each emotion as weather, but I left the location of the weather comlpletely up to the reader. For me, I imagined a small town with a clock tower being affected by these emotions, but for someone else, it could have been completely different. Perhaps someone could imagine a desert, or a jungle, or an island in the middle of the ocean. However, I could add visuals like a lightning bolt to emphasize anger or a sun to portray happiness next to their respective stanzas to help reinforce the emotion I’m trying to convey. Visual elements could work in my poem, it just depends on the way you use them and in what context you use them.
All of the poems that we’ve read so far weren’t that bad, I guess. If I didn’t want to die while reading them, or if I didn’t fall want to rip my hair out while trying to decipher its meaning, I consider it good. Our discussion/ analysis od Eldorado was actually pretty interesting. The way that Mr. McGarry picked apart the poem and uncovered its hidden meaning was intriguing enough for me to be thoughouly engaged and wanting to know more. As for the poem that I’ve already wrote, there is a reason why I tend to avoid writing poetry. It was going well for maybe the first stanza, but after that, it all went downhill. It would pain me to read it over again, and quite frankly, I hope I never have to. That poem deserves to burn in the Pits of Tartarus for even being conceived. But I digress. Even though I struggled through writing that poem, I can’t say that I hated doing it. I didn’t feel any malice towards writing the poem, and I even cay say that I may have somewhat enjoyed myself. I didn’t see trying to maintain stanzaic form and rhythmic pattern as boring or a waist of time. I saw it as a challange that I was determined to overcome, even though end the end I utterly failed at doing so. Writing poems in the future definately will be easier with this mindset. By now, I’m just fishing for topics, so I’m gonna talk a little more about my history with poetry. My father has always been a big fan of poetry, and when I was little, he would always try to get me to read it. Me still being in elementary school, I didn’t understand any of it, and I obviously didn’t want to read it after a while. So my father let up and that was that. But I suspect this is what started my long hatred of poetry. If I had given it a chance, maybe things would be different. However, poetry doesn’t seem as bad as it did before.