Sort of Song

Song of sort uses a metaphor to make the poet a snake. The snake waits in the weeds, like a poet brain storming, when the snake strikes the poet is has a moment of inspiration. “No ideas but in things” like the snake all ideas come from the tangible world. The poem has no rhyme scheme, and uses very simple words. The poem is made of two quatrains that are Sestets.

ps I posted on Brit B and Julias blogs

The Book

I first read through The Book and found the twist at the end, that this beautiful book the narrator was holding was bound in human skin. I thought this was such an interesting idea because it made me think of fur coats and leather seats and why humans think it is a luxury to wear another dead animal’s skin. The line “I stared and a horror grew, which was, which is, how beautiful it was until I knew.” Really stood out to me, because this is such a universal human experience. We all have relationships or ideas that are beautiful and we out blinded by the fantasy and beauty until we see the horror underneath. Whenever I eat meat I think of it as a tasty meal and not some cute creature running around and than murdered for my supper. Humans have a tendency to just focus on the beauty and ignore the ugly. I thought this poem was pretty straight forward with the message. I also noticed that skin was mentioned a multiple of times and was heavily focused on.

I looked up human skin bound book out of curiosity and found this http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/04/0411_060411_skin_book.html although I don’t think this is what the poem is referred to I still think it is morbidly interesting.

Praise in Summer

This poem isn’t really about plants and moles but it is not to cryptic either. The first six lines describe the world upside down. The trees are mines where the branches are roots and the roots are branches. The moles fly and the birds burrow. In line seven Wilbur ask “Why is this mad?” I rember when I was little I would stand on my head and think what if that was right side up and I was upside down? Then as I grew up I learned that was simply madness. Lines 8 to 10 have some more substance. Madness perverts our praise because we are so busy thinking what we are suppose to and we don’t appreciate the true beauty of what is. “Dose sense so stale that it must need derange the world to know it?” He’s asking are we so conformed we need madness to have senses? The last three lines are about how it doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong we should just appreciate that it is. The rhyme scheme is an ABABA. The strange thing about the poem is that I noticed is that each line starts with a capital letter no matter how the line before ends.

More Pictures of Ammut

Untitled by Stephan Crane

I loved this poem it was short and to the point. The imagery was very unique and strange to me. “In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who squatted upon the ground,” I was picturing a Salvador Dali painting. “Held his heart in his hands, and ate of it.” This screamed a male version of Ammut, the Devourer to me. The Egyptian goddess lived in the underworld and when men died the gods weighed their heart (believed to hold knowledge and to be the “brain” of our body) against the feather of truth if their heart was heavy with evil and outweighed the feather she viscously devoured their heart. Once Ammut swallowed the heart, the soul was believed to become restless forever. This was called "to die a second time". Ammut was also sometimes said to stand by a lake of fire, where the souls of the hearts she ate suffered. When the creature was asked if he liked the taste he said its bitter and that’s why he liked it. The taste of bitter coffee tattoos on to your taste buds while sweetness fades quickly. Our hearts are also like bitter coffee, we try to cover the bitter taste with sweet sugar but it just fades. “But I like it because it’s bitter, and because it’s my heart.” I would eat my heart even though it’s bitter because without bad experiences that make us bitter we are not human, and I would like my heart because it is the essence of myself.