year 02; sem 01; literature entry week 03
This week in the lecture we had such an intense discussion of many subjects related to the Romantics. One of the topics that came up was how Wordsworth writes poetry deeper than the mere beauty of a landscape or nature. In fact Wordsworth makes a more vital connection to human and personal connections to this landscape in order to create a more emotionally powerful piece of literature. In doing this, Wordsworth is able to reach better self awareness of memories and events through the help and guidance of nature and reflction working collaboratively, not purposely but accidently which creates an even bigger impact as things are so much better when it is spontaneous.
So like always, my livejournal entry this week is to explore this concept originally to my own. For those of you who were in the lecture this week, you would of heard that I am doing my education prac at Windsor, about 1 and a half to 2 hours away from me via public transport. Well anyway, waking up before dawn break (which is a very rare thing for me to do) to catch my train, i stepped outside and it was brisk, cold, silent, foggy, misty and almost like what was around me was frozen in time. The only thing that was moving was the mist. This poem you will about to read is about that exact moment, such a powerful impact on me. This one is derived from my common place book, i hope you guys know what the poem is talking about. If not, i'll tell you in the end.
So here we go...
Hello Old Friend
Up i stare at the height of reality, but even more so at the even greater heights of imagination
I watched the many that soar through your grey
And many times had i become a bird or a plane
Laughing loudly to be absorbed by your density
You tasted so sweet, so soft, feeding my skin like cotton candy frosted upon the skies of my youth.
A new morning of a new life awakened in the unknown
The night of the morning and stillness of the universe soaks the smoke of my dragonsbreath
Soaring slowly accross the skies of the soils
for the clouds have fallen upon the grass of the lands
You look nothing of sweet or taste of cotton candy,
but your transparency chills the hairs of my skin like a wet blanket warmed in southerly winds
I am not smiling, nor laughing at your mystic invitation
I gape at your frolly.
Your silence is powerful
You are not who I remember you to be...
or maybe it is I
You fell from the heavens to greet me but i
am no longer a child.
marie
If anyone didn't get it..
it's about how when i was younger i used to look up at the clouds and imagine myself flying and playing in the clouds. When I saw the mist hovering over the grasslands around me.. it was as if the clouds had fallen to play with my imagination again.
Still on the same event of waking up early...
this next one is abit more straight forward..
The usual habit of the ipod is broken
When the silence of the morning is louder when spoken.
Mythical creatures, my ears are yours
You whisper to invite,
to play,
to explore
Burdened to break your hypnotic mystery
I must move on to fulfill my duty
I give my word
i will return
hand in hand,
i will be with you
in the natural smoke that burns
with no fire, but the fire of my own
marie
hope you guys enjoyed. Hope I'm somewhat to a similar writing style to Wordsworth
x.marie
