#31

For this week one of my critical analysis will be on Sylvia Path's Daddy. I enjoyed reading this poem because I was actually familiar with the poem because I remember reading it from my America Literature Class. I did not know it was considerate a confessional poem though. This was a rather long poem but I never lost interest in it when I was reading.The poem refers to her relationship with her daddy and how his death changed her life. This is considerate a confessional poem because as the audience we assume that it is about the author herself, also in reality Sylvia Path commits suicide.The themes in this poem are oppression and freedom. The meaning of oppression is evident when Plath uses the metaphors Nazi' and Jew to describe her father and herself. This image leads us to believe that she is dependent on her father for survival as well as a victim because of her father's strict ways. Her mental suffering is further reinforced by the allusions to the Nazi concentration camps Dachau, Auschwitz and Belsen' as it reinforces the fact that she is a victim and that she is unable to escape from the psychological hold that her father has on her.

#30

For my free entry this week, I decided to post an inspiration poem. This particular poem caught my eye because it rhymed and flowed very nicely with the poem. I also like reading simple and calm things that us realize that the world is not complicated all the time.

Tranquility
© By Anonymous
Think of a day when we all will see,
When the world will unite and we will be free.
Show all compassion and you will see,
That everything must come back as three.
Once you open your heart to the world,
you will realize that we can be free.
Do what you feel is right,
And embrace love and peace with all your might.

#29

I ran across this elegy lyrics... These words really caught my eyes..

As I Lat Dying Lyrics

did you ever see me or could you see me at all
i looked at your cold white face so still, so empty
yet i knew you were at rest
much more comforted than i
what else could i replace who you were
it was the carefree unrestricted love that
you never meant to give
you never had the choice
it was you innocence
it was part of who you were
it was the comfort of a friend

#28

I decided to post a prose poem for my free entry this week..

Russell Edson
Sleep
There was man who didn't know how to sleep; nodding
off every night into a drap, unprofessional sleep. Sleep that
he'd grown so tired of sleeping
He'd tried reading the Manuel of sleep, but it just put him
to sleep. That same old sleep that he'd grown tired of
sleeping...
He needed a sleeping master, who with whip and a
chair would discipline the night, and make him jump through
hoops of gasoline fire. Someone who could make a tiger sit
on a tiny pedestal and yawn.

#27

There was one prose poem that actually caught my eye. The name of it is "Man with Wooden Leg Escapes Prison". I really did enjoy reading that poem because it actually sounded like a poem. Even though, It had a plot within the text. I felt like it was pointless and the man probably didn't learn his lesson. I thought it was really funny how he escapes from prison and all they do is take his wooden leg and tells him that he just has to over come some obstacles for a year. I am like come on. When was this actually written because now days that punishment seems almost impossible. Not only that they decides to give him his leg back? My question is why? There was no telling what he did in the first place to even be in prison. But what caught me by surprise was in the end he does not want his leg back. In his mind, he had already formulated an other plan to escape only using one leg. That lets me know that he did not learn his lesson in the first place.

#26

I guess we can imagine that my critical this week is going to be about prose poems. There are on going arguments about whether prose poetry is poetry or prose, or a separate genre altogether. Most critics argue that prose poetry belongs in the genre of poetry because of its heightened attention to language and prominent use of metaphor.Other critics argue that prose poetry falls into the genre of prose because prose poetry relies on prose's association with narrative and on the expectation of an objective presentation of truth. I believe that most of the poem in our packet from this week should in fact be made into a short story. Why do I say this? because you essential elements. The exposition, rising action, climax, and falling action all work into one. Lets reflect back on the first day of class. We discussed the definition of poetry. Some might have expand on the basic idea but for the most part we think of poetry as a collections of thoughts/emotions. A prose poem is not a collection of thoughts/emotions. In a way its a story about you thought and emotions.

For my free entry this week, I decided to post a inspiration poem.
The Victor
C.W Longenecker

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you like to win but think you can't,
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you are out classed, you are.
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of your-self before
You can ever win the prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
is the man who thinks he can