Poetry to Me

Horseback riding, in America, developed into two major disciplines, English and Western. Within each of these categories lays numerous, more specific categories. English, to name a few, hosts: hunter/jumper, dressage, park, saddle seat, etc. The same concept applies to Western which hosts: roping, reining, pleasure, trail, stock seat, barrel racing, pole bending, etc. I find this concept applies to poetry. To accomplish a certain effect, one uses a couplet, tercet, or even a combination of stanzas. Even within the Sonnet, there are two main types. A solid foundation remains the leading cause of success. As aspiring writers, it is essential that we learn and practice the rules before trying to manipulate or disregard them. No one gets on a horse for the first time and jumps six feet in good form just like no one writes a perfect pantoum their first time. On that same note, once the rules and foundations are established, a certain amount of liberty may be extracted. I've run barrels in a hunt seat saddle, and I've jumped in a trail saddle. I recommend neither. In both arts, a very select few people are blessed with a shred of natural talent. It happens, it's rare, it's nothing to fret over. People who spend thirty years in the saddle have accidents the same way authors who write their whole lives still find themselves overwhelmed with writers' block. At the end of the day we're looking at two beautiful, remarkable arts. This is how I make poetry make sense to me.

Were the Poems Lost?

It seems very nearly inappropriate to label found poems as "found." Since poetry revolves around the proper placement of words, I find this a legitimate concern. Do these poems know that they were lost in the first place? Maybe they are not "found" poems, but "hiding" poems. How do we know we're not upsetting these poems by finding them? Actually, it seems that naming this style hiding poetry is more appropriate and particularly to the serious observer and/or writer of the poetry. I am convinced of this fact because when we look seriously, when we want to see nuggets of inspiration, we see it hiding among the ordinary. It's hiding in the clouds, in the rhythm of a knife on a cutting board, in a recipe, and sometimes in a magazine article. The fun fact is that they are there all the time! It is not as if these poems slink around the house, avoiding our minds and pens, trying to keep us from "finding" them. All the same, it remains quite a wonder to me how someone can see anything, and use it to create another piece of something, very nearly on command. I get a bigger "kick" out of watching someone writing than I do out of watching a series of magic tricks. This probably stems from me knowing that anyone can hide a deck of cards in their blouse. Not everyone can learn how to raise awareness with a few well placed phrases.

Listing Poem

This poem is inspired by an article published in the magazine Family Circle. The intent of the article is to relay twelve ways to be happier every day. Two of the twelve are left out. I whipped out my creative license, and...

Domestic Bliss

Being positive takes effort.
1. Count your blessings-make a list
2. Look again-you needed stitches, but at least the doctor was attractive!
3. Don't stew-you're perfect the way you are! No need to compare!
4. Tell someone they look great-lying makes everyone feel better.
5. Nurture Relationships-anything can be salvaged with enough paste.
6. Get lost-until it's time to pick up the kids, clean the house, make dinner, do laundry, and feed the pets!
7. Remember when...-nothing takes you back like thinking about life before marriage.
8. Pursue a long neglected goal-how about hunting down a reliable sitter so you can get your hair trimmed?
9. Cope calmly-it's in bad form to upset your family with talk about bankruptcy, bills, and Daddy's affair!
10. Forgive-if you want to be happy, you must let go of your anger. Even towards the college roommate who slept with your fiance.

Sexism

In my practical criticism class, sexism and the perception of women in "our" culture is the topic of debate as of recently. This image, which I found on the internet via google image search sexism, sums up my feelings towards the subject perfectly. If a woman is constantly aware of how she is being perceived and how she perceives herself, then why is there a problem? And yes, men and women are being treated differently. Should they be allowed the same opportunities at the same rate of pay and completion time? Absolutely! However, there are some things one sex does better than the other. It's not sexism, it's evolution. If women and men were identical in problem solving, stature, over all intellect really (NOT to say one is better, just different), than the human race would die off. Men and women wouldn't need each other. I, as a woman, personally feel that the only problem with "sexism," is that sometimes women still don't realize they are being objectified. An even bigger problem arises when they do not wish to be viewed in that fashion, but they allow others to gaze regardless. To conclude, I wish to state another problem I feel gaining momentum. Society tells women (girls too, but until one reaches a certain level of maturity, I'm not sure one should make this particular decision) that if you don't want to be seen as "this," you need to dress like "that." Pardon me, but I feel as though that intrudes on personal freedom. Why not tell women, "demand to be treated with respect regardless of what you're wearing, and regardless of you're body type. Don't ever do, or say, or wear anything that makes you feel uncomfortable"?

Opinion on "Drinking Song"

The first line of the first stanza initially put me off to this poem because it feels so cliche. For some readers, the line "I want to die in the saddle" creates a point of familiarity because it is a common theme for songs and movies. When I read it, I heard someone who gave up on his existence because of the poor personal choices he made. Of course he wants to die...nothing is more painful than navigating a horse while nursing a nasty hangover. The next stanza, "I'm going to be a child about it and I can't help it, I was/born this way" frustrates me because, again, he's making excuses for his circumstances. I wasn't born to do math, but I found a tutor and pulled through, so don't give me that crap. And, if he's going to act like a child, then it may be in his best interest to stop drinking and get a job instead of fishing. Oh...but he had a job. However, he quit because his wife left. Well, let's see here, losing a spouse probably means you're losing half your income, so it might not be a good time to quit. Besides that, she left because he's a childish alcoholic. Maybe he should be evaluating his actions. "whiskey is good for the brain." If you're trying to pickle it! "What else am I supposed to do in these last days but fish and drink?" How about apologize to your boss, find a job, and beg your wife for forgiveness?
I am fully aware that this poem is a token to creative license, and it captures images and utilizes the words perfectly. Also, this is the best example of the form I have been exposed to, but with my inexperience, I need to explain why I respond negatively to certain pieces.

Poetry and Culture

Poetry seems to reflect a predominate trend in culture. We know from our readings that forms evolve to accentuate a language. Upon establishing a suitable pattern, who ultimately decides what the content should consist of and why? The most acceptable answer I found is the way a poem is organized. The organization of stanzas and syllables seems to dictate whether a confession, season, or argument will emerge. This seems to be where the issue of translation enters. An infinite amount of words may exist to replace one of a separate language. Under that circumstance, who decides if that content and poem form should be removed from its original "context"? I wonder this because it seems as though the combination of words in their precise order directly reflects a need, issue, and/or common concern within the culture that establishes the new or improved "form". If a form is removed from its culture, is the purpose and meaning, to an extent, lost? Do you think that altering a form or content within a form distracts from the deliberation it was created with? Sometimes I feel that by making these said changes I am in a way disrespecting another culture and creator.

Writers' Block

The more often I engage with the art of literature, the more I find writers' block to be equally inconvenient to a bad case of the sniffles. Most people grow up being told "write what you know," and this is something that pops up at least once a week for me. Actually, I'm having a problem with it right now. Sometimes it helps to sip a cup of hot tea with cream. Others find inspiration during a hot shower. One time I was told by a charming young writer "my best ideas come to me naked." I very much would like to know what you do. Sometime sketching relieves that appropriately named "block" from my brain, as does jogging and stretching. Every now and then a stubborn entity feels the need to block my creative flow and all focus dissipates. It seems like the little flashing icon that the letters sprout from upon the screen (I'm over tired, please don't mind me) is telling me to hur-ry hur-ry. First of all, that is simply rude. Second of all, I find I preform at my best the second an assignment is assigned. I am also curious to know, those of you who preform under pressure, what specifically makes that your preferred method? And does it always work?