year 02; sem 01; literature entry week 03

[gene_dj]

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

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[hallatia]

that was beautiful Marie, it got a bit intense with "Your silence is powerful" but it was deeply internalised and beautiful, I loved the personal nature of your poetry. I love the contrasts you use and how you owned every part of your lyric, like you were sharing a personal, almost intimate experience with a friend from the past and perhaps a new friend (in the morning/dawn)

[jakedowers]

The picture, is this what you were describing in class? A picture you took of the early morning fog of a windsor morning? Or just something you found on google. Either way a very powerful picture.

I really enjoyed your two poems, both had great imagery and imagination. From the first poem I especially like the line " You tasted so sweet, so soft, feeding my skin like cotton candy frosted upon the skies of my youth."
The second poems pace made it an enjoyable read, i will have to pay attention to your LJ and keep an eye on future poems

Jake

[vanessa_yee]

"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."

I absolutely loved this little piece. It reminds me somewhat of a guardian angel, but one that once was someone known to ourselves. I can relate so well to this. Its simplicity speaks volumes =D Great stuff

[michaelgriffith]

Hi Marie... thank you for reminding me of that great teaching session that we all participated in... yes it had something of the flavour of that fabulous image you have posted. Loved these poems too.... Great entry!
MG

[michaelgriffith]

That is a fabulous entry- you have captured the spirit of the romantics and made it your own. Well done. The only thing one needs to do now is "shape" the poem to make it sing out more truly.... Here is an example of what I mean:

Up i stare
at the height of reality,
and the greater heights of imagination
I watched the many birds
that soar through your grey
Many times I became a bird
or a plane
Laughing loudly
absorbed by your density
You tasted so sweet,
so soft,
feeding my skin
like cotton candy
frosted upon the skies of my youth.

(Or something like that: it is question of sculpting the words and the shape- if necessary.)