Saturday, October 4, 2008

   Poetry
I remember when there was a time in my life that I really enjoyed writing and reading poetry. I don't know where those days have gone, but I really do miss them. There was a project in my seventh grade English class that sparked this interest. We had to create this illustrated book of poems, complete with bibliography. There were so many rules to this project, and at the time, my computer was not working, so I had quite a bit of trouble coming up with everything. I ended up working on the whole thing the day before it was due, mind you I was only twelve. I sifted through this book of poems my mother had gotten as part of a set of intelligent children's books. All the while, I just picked poems that interested me, drew a picture that I thought represented it best and tossed it into the pile. I had the most trouble finding a limmirick, I recall. I soon just made something up, drew a picture and allowed the glue to dry. I was really happy with my work of art, thought it was pretty good knowing all the hard work that had gone in to create it. I eventually got a B. I only bring this up because I recently found this book of poems. The pictures are actually really good, considering I was only twelve at the time. All of the poems, except for 3 I think, are written on notebook paper, center aligned.

Poetry, I believe is really quite beautiful, expressing any and every emotion known to man. And anyone can write it, that's the beauty of it. It doesn't even have to rhyme. Recently in English 101, we saw some clips from the poetry festival (sorry, I have forgotten what it is called) but I thought it was really interesting and wish that I can experience it for myself someday (sadly, times are tough and I haven't the time). I'm thinking of writing a poem for Poetry.com if they're still having contests. I've done it before and even was a semi-finalist. I like how poems don't have to rhyme, they can be abstract and make no sense, but someone will read it and think it's interesting and, like that guy who read that poem by Rumi, someone will even read it aloud for you. I find it amazing that it's so universal and yet so many people don't practice it. I'm sure if we all wrote a poem a day, one of them is bound to catch someone's eye enough that they would publish it into a book and you would become famous one way or another. I also think it's really cool that poetry can be put to music or said in different rhythms and, somehow, it still makes sense. So, in closing, here is a random poem I found:

plastic sack looks bleakly,
gray rider overflows terribly,
drunken degeneration usurps hypocritically,
tribal entry defers abruptly,
foul vortex boils drolly,
ignominious party sighs thinly,
dark rider sucks dimly,
broken light defers drolly,
narcissistic corduroy sighs angrily,
sharp light usurps impersonally,
plastic entry looks bleakly,
drunken light sucks finally,
drunken concubine defies finally,
unhoped laundromat boils terribly,
tribal agitation capitulates completely,
sharp rider sucks irritably,
agnostic life nourishes caressingly,
traveled vein looks suggestively,
stout chivalry exhales uncomfortably,
dark party dies irritably

RoboPoet

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