As April wraps up, let's not let it get away without celebrating National Poetry Month. For this assignment, please share with us something about poetry. Tell us about your favorite poet, or quote us a few lines of your favorite poem, or if poetry doesn't happen to be something you enjoy, tell us why!
You know, I don't have a favorite poet. I'm not really a poetry fan, actually. Not that I'm knocking it, not at all; it's not poetry, it's me. Really. Maybe I've never found a poet that really speaks to me, or maybe it is due to the way was forced into reading poetry in school. You know what I mean, right? It's your sophomore year in school and you come to that point in Lit class where you study poetry and the feeling of dread washes over you. See, the teachers I had never let us enjoy them, or find something we liked. Instead they picked out what they liked, or thought was important, then forced me to read them and figure out the deep, underlying meaning of the poem. It was not fun for me since I was never able to do it right.
So, yes, poetry isn't my thing. But, that's okay, nobody say you have to like it, right?
Two years ago Karen had us do a similar assignment where we had to write our own poetry. My post that year wasn't too bad, but I'm glad Carly didn't have us do it this year. I don't think I could do anything else. But, Carly did ask us to write a haiku for extra credit. I won't even attempt it, but I saw this shirt on Threadless and I laughed pretty hard the first time I saw it. In case you don't want to follow the link, here is the haiku on the shirt:
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
That is exactly how I feel about haikus.
Anyway, go check out the Weekend Assignment blog for other people's homework.
4 comments:
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Excellent! This is pretty much how I feel about them too... (and even - very small ashamed voice, hopes nobody hears - about a lot of poems I read...)
Heh. I do understand, really, although my particular trauma wasn't the poetry itself, but writing the English papers and plugging in what the profs wanted.
Once in a discussion of Ode on a Grecian Urn (I've probably told this anecdote before, but tough!), people were going on and on about Carpe Diem without saying much. Finally I raised my hand and quoted a then-current beer commercial slogan that captured the concept perfectly. People were scandalized!
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