Monday, January 31, 2011

Class Notes 1.30

Dear skool:
Pleese excuse John
for beeng absint on
Jan 28 he was sick bak then
and Jan 29 when he was sick again
on Jan 30 he cam down with the flu
and on the morning of the 31 cud only find one shoo
on the 32nd the doorbons all fell off
And on the 33rd he died of a reel bad coff.
-John  John's Mom

Metaphors
Adjectives: new, red, shaggy, warn, dirty, torn, turqouise, hatched, sassy, fuzzy, impulsive, repulsive, plaid, dogid
Concrete nouns: laptop, shoe, alley, art, parking lot, tree, poem, ding-dong, wig, leaf, horned frog, poodle, Dr. Williams
abstract nouns: glee, fear, desperation, anger, joy, content, disappointment, love, angst, disguist, bliss, determination, power, wisdom

The warn shoe of wisdom
The hatched heart of disappointment
The turqouise ding-dong of glee
The shaggy poodle of content
The sassy Horned Frog of determination
The dirty parking lot of anger
The impulsive leaf of angst


Traveling Through The Dark

Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason--
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.

William Stafford

Thursday, January 27, 2011

For Class Workshop1.31

Getting Ready to Go Out on Thursday Nights

My wet hair sticks to my shoulders like seaweed
as I face my wardrobe
now the enemy,
a monster,
I created.
Indecisiveness takes her hands and
clenches them around my neck.
I ease her grip with a sip from a glass
of what my mother considers water.
Our house shakes with the simultaneous sounds
of blow dryers that roar like lions
while Akon diffuses into each room,
almost convincing us he's actually here.
After numerous approvals and reassurances,
we gather around the kitchen island,
our sixth friend,
a marble block of secrets.
A thundering clad of heels against our ceiling
is an indication that its time to go.
We cross the threshold greeting new air,
into a night we probably won't remember.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Class Notes 1.24

Poetry
abstract
makes no sense
doesn't get to the point
rhyme scheme?
mingling of sound and sense
sculpture with words
20th century poetry is incomprehensible
saying a lot when saying a little
Bob Dylan is poetic

How to write a poem
idea/conceit
jot down ideas
emotion through visual images using description 
think small --particular rather than universal
lines 
simile, metaphor, illusion