This is a blog created by a world literature instructor at a community college.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The Poet
I really enjoyed class today and our speaker Sandy Longhorn. I believe that hearing her read her own poetry was very enlightening. As she was reading her poems to us, I kept thinking how great it would have been to have some of the previous authors we have read throughout this semester come and read exerts from their works. It was really exciting to find out what the speaker meant when she wrote in Etude"In my nightmares,she gifts the hills with her bounty-weight as she twirls and twirls, until all that's left is silk"(52). When I read that line, I thought that it was a mother seeing her child disappear as if she were growing up and I found out that it was the child unraveling her clothes and running into the wind.I think that it is a wonderful thing to be able to read a poem and see your own interpretation but it equally wonderful to know the intentions of the poet. And in Psalm For The Color Red The speaker says " like the shoes she gave him secret wings.In church they sing about flying away, and the feathers begin to move. He starts to dance, just a little, in the boy-sized space between the pews. How do you make still what won't be still?"(53). My interpretation and the real meaning were close. But the part i thought was fascinating was how Mrs. Longhorn gave us the image of a bird about to fly instead of giving us just an image of a boy who is a little weird and can't sit still. Thank you Mrs. Longhorn.
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ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Sherri! I had a great time with the class, and I'm glad some of my comments were helpful.
ReplyDeleteI liked how you wished you could have had some of the former authors in class, too, because I had a zombie picture going on in my head of all the dead authors in World Lit!