Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Final post: Perception of Green
Due: Sunday evening at 7:00 p.m.
Here is a link to Klocek-Lim's poem "How to Perceive Red": http://3quarksdaily.blogs.com/3quarksdaily/2007/12/how-to-perceive.htmlTake one stanza and imitate as exactly as possible in terms of its sentence and image structure but put in your own words and images; your assignment, however, is How to Perceive Green. Please tell me which stanza you are imitating. When you finish, briefly describe what you got out of doing this. Thank you.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
There are Two Posts: This One & One with the Rubric for the Slam (Posted Earlier)
This Post (Due Wednesday evening by 7:00 p.m.)
Read the poem which appears below the questions carefully; answer ALL of the questions:
1. In your opinion, what is the subject matter of the poem? Why do you think so? Provide evidence from the poem itself and explain it.
2. What is the theme of the poem? What gives you that idea? Explain and provide proof from the poem itself. There is not one correct answer to this question. There are several possible answers to this question, so please do not write the same answer as others. I will not give credit to answers that are the same as previous ones.
After the Movie
by Marie Howe
My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie.
He says that he believes a person can love someone
and still be able to murder that person.
I say, No, that's not love. That's attachment.
Michael says, No, that's love. You can love someone, then come to a day
when you're forced to think "it's him or me"
think "me" and kill him.
I say, Then it's not love anymore.
Michael says, It was love up to then though.
I say, Maybe we mean different things by the same word.
Michael says, Humans are complicated: love can exist even in the
murderous heart.
I say that what he might mean by love is desire.
Love is not a feeling, I say. And Michael says, Then what is it?
We're walking along West 16th Street—a clear unclouded night—and I hear my voice
repeating what I used to say to my husband: Love is action, I used to say
to him.
Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at
someone you want to eat and not eat them.
Janis Joplin says, take another little piece of my heart now baby.
Meister Eckhardt says that as long as we love images we are doomed to
live in purgatory.
Michael and I stand on the corner of 6th Avenue saying goodnight.
I can't drink enough of the tangerine spritzer I've just bought—
again and again I bring the cold can to my mouth and suck the stuff from
the hole the flip top made.
What are you doing tomorrow? Michael says.
But what I think he's saying is "You are too strict. You are
a nun."
Then I think, Do I love Michael enough to allow him to think these things
of me even if he's not thinking them?
Above Manhattan, the moon wanes, and the sky turns clearer and colder.
Although the days, after the solstice, have started to lengthen,
we both know the winter has only begun.
Read the poem which appears below the questions carefully; answer ALL of the questions:
1. In your opinion, what is the subject matter of the poem? Why do you think so? Provide evidence from the poem itself and explain it.
2. What is the theme of the poem? What gives you that idea? Explain and provide proof from the poem itself. There is not one correct answer to this question. There are several possible answers to this question, so please do not write the same answer as others. I will not give credit to answers that are the same as previous ones.
After the Movie
by Marie Howe
My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie.
He says that he believes a person can love someone
and still be able to murder that person.
I say, No, that's not love. That's attachment.
Michael says, No, that's love. You can love someone, then come to a day
when you're forced to think "it's him or me"
think "me" and kill him.
I say, Then it's not love anymore.
Michael says, It was love up to then though.
I say, Maybe we mean different things by the same word.
Michael says, Humans are complicated: love can exist even in the
murderous heart.
I say that what he might mean by love is desire.
Love is not a feeling, I say. And Michael says, Then what is it?
We're walking along West 16th Street—a clear unclouded night—and I hear my voice
repeating what I used to say to my husband: Love is action, I used to say
to him.
Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at
someone you want to eat and not eat them.
Janis Joplin says, take another little piece of my heart now baby.
Meister Eckhardt says that as long as we love images we are doomed to
live in purgatory.
Michael and I stand on the corner of 6th Avenue saying goodnight.
I can't drink enough of the tangerine spritzer I've just bought—
again and again I bring the cold can to my mouth and suck the stuff from
the hole the flip top made.
What are you doing tomorrow? Michael says.
But what I think he's saying is "You are too strict. You are
a nun."
Then I think, Do I love Michael enough to allow him to think these things
of me even if he's not thinking them?
Above Manhattan, the moon wanes, and the sky turns clearer and colder.
Although the days, after the solstice, have started to lengthen,
we both know the winter has only begun.
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