Monday, February 17, 2014

Reflection #2.

Our main emphasis this past week has been on poetry. We learned basic key terms and concepts and spent time with poetry exercises. For example, we had to condor up examples of alliteration, metaphors, and even had to rewrite lyrics to a song. The latter of which I failed miserably in. For our homework assignment, we had to take what we learned in class and create our own original poems. When writing my two poems: "Ghosts" and "The Zoo," I found myself writing about emotions and experiences other than my own. I found my poetry had no personal bond to my own life experiences, but yet reflected back something I did not know about myself. It is difficult to say what it is I was reflecting about myself in my work, but I know a part of me was hidden in the lines of my poems. I think T.S Elliot put it best when he said: "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood."

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Poems: "Ghosts" and "The Zoo."



Ghosts


His name was Vlad,

He was always the oldest in the class.
His mother had cancer and so did his tree,
As a baby she would cradle him under the falling leaves.
We were friends.

His name was Vlad.

He listened to The Jesus and Mary Chain,
And painted landscapes.
He did not cry when his mother’s wig fell off. 

His name was Vlad.

He spoke Russian and liked the rain,
He vanished into thin air,
Never to be seen again.
We were friends.

His name was Vlad.




The Zoo

She packed sandwiches in the ice chest,
Ham, romaine leaves, and mayo. 
We watched the giraffes heads scape the clouds.

She put her hands in my trench coat pockets,
Her fingers played with my car keys,
She trembled and sighed.

Dark eyes and fair hair.
A Fitted dress that gently covered her knee,
Lipstick that hugged the rim of a coke bottle.

Rows of cages,
Animals A-Z.

We walked and laughed,
and forgot. 


Sunday, February 9, 2014

Poetry Analysis Essay.

Manuel Regla
Professor Wexler
English 495

 The Native Son 

  Home is something different for everyone. The relationship individuals have with the places they refer to as home almost always certainly shapes the way one will act, feel, and think. For writers, home can either be a damning place, or an environment that provokes artistic inspiration. For writer Carl Sandburg, the city of Chicago served as his source of muse. Sandburg paid tribute to the city he spent the bulk of his literary career in with his famous poem “Chicago.” The poem is written with such vigor and admiration it is hard to resist the obvious endearment Sandburg has for the city. The poem possesses expressive language and rich details that make the city come to life on the page. Sandburg’s “Chicago” exemplifies how a home can leave a lasting impact on a writer.

  Chicago is recognized as one of the major American cities that most know, but few understand. Los Angeles is known globally as the “Entertainment capital” of the world. New York is widely acknowledged as the crown jewel of opportunity. Chicago on the other hand, is more known for its weather conditions. The “Windy city,” as it is famously known, is a proud city that has been a staple in America with its breathtaking architecture and transportation innovation. Despite the beauty and rich history, Chicago is still stigmatized as being a lesser compared to Los Angeles and New York. Sandburg addresses this opinion with a stern defense in his poem. In the second stanza, Sandburg follows a pattern that presents the negative stereotypes of Chicago with the phrase “they tell me,” followed by a statement badmouthing Chicago. Sandburg admittedly agrees to the flaws of the city by stating he has in fact seen these events with his own eyes. But he then defends the city by stating: “Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud/to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning” (15-16). Sandburg even goes on to take a jab at other cities with less robust attributes than Chicago. Sandburg says: “Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job/here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities” (17-18). Sandburg admits that his city has flaws, even corruption, but the strength in its spirit sets it apart from every other in his heart.

  Sandburg spent a significant portion of his literary career as reporter in Chicago. It would be the time living in the city that would shape his down to earth writing style that he is most remembered for. Danny Heitman detailed Sandburg’s time in Chicago, and how it shaped his writing. Heitman stated “Like his reportage, the poems often read like prose with a topical flair. They crackle with the authenticity of everyday experience, the texture of daily life.” Sandburg’s literary work, “Chicago” in particular, oozes of honesty. Line by line Sandburg is obviously stating his biased opinion, but he is in no way trying to lie to himself or to his readers. The earnest emotions he has for Chicago makes the poem that much more rich in quality. Like a true reporter, he leaves no detail unturned. Sandburg opens his poem famously with Chicago’s reputation, and history. Sandburg states:
                     
                        Hog Butcher for the World,
                        Tool Maker,
                        Stacker of Wheat,
                        Player with Railroads, and the Nations’ Freight Handler;
                        Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders (1-5).

  In just this opening stanza, Sandburg is able to capture the essence of the city as he knows it. He captured the hardworking attitude of its people, the crucial importance it has in the history books, and the chip on its shoulder which gnaws unrelentingly like a flea. Sandburg wrote about Chicago so devotedly because he related to it. He related to qualities the city had to offer, and how he somehow fit perfectly in with them. Sandburg ultimately wrote about what he knew, and what he knew was authenticity.

  “Chicago” has a definite voice to it. This voice is a reflection of its creator. The poem’s lines never read like some abstract puzzle, but more like an easily followed conversation. This conversation type format is what Sandburg familiarizes himself with in most of his poetry. His use of free verse gives his work a naturalistic and appealing legibility to his readers. Scott Holstad acknowledges Sandburg’s writing style and literary voice, he explains: “Sandburg further displays his originality in his use of a poetically new American idiom. While contemporaries like Frost continued to work with formal diction, Sandburg writes in the voice of the common man.” This common man voice as Holstad puts it makes Sandburg’s work more easily accessible to readers. In “Chicago,” Sandburg uses the blue collar approach to paint a picture of a city with a tough nosed worth ethic, which would translate to popularity in the sociological middle class. “Chicago” is written in free verse, it is dedicated to the workers, and because of this Sandburg also received his fair amount of political criticism (Holstad). Sandburg a known member of the socialist party, found his work criticized for possessing socialist theories with in them. A writer will always have his or her background investigated when analyzing one of their works. It is no doubt a challenge to not quickly attempt to compare the two. Sandburg like most writers did let his personal life and opinions transcend onto the page, and because he did so, this only made him more of an unique figure in literary history.

  Sandburg’s “Chicago” is a poem that on the surface can be perceived as being simple and with little to no substance. But looking at the work in with regards to historical background and Sandburg’s own personal life, the piece reveals its many layers. Sandburg’s love letter to the city that influenced him is a tour de force that packs a wallop comparable to that of Dick Butkus. The thunderous sounds and violent imagery Sandburg presents ultimately leaves a lasting impression that can pierce even sheet metal. “Chicago” is a poem in which a reader can walk away from it without having to understand what he or she just read, but can simply appreciate the experience it provided. At the end of the day, this city does not want to be understood, but simply respected.


Works Cited 

Heitman, Danny. "A Workingman's Poet." National Endowment for the Humanities. N.p., Mar.-Apr.   2013. Web. 10 Feb. 2014.

 Holstad, Scott C. "Sandburg's Chicago Poems." Asheville Poetry Review RSS. N.p., 25 Oct. 2004. Web. 10 Feb. 2014.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Poetry Analysis Essay (Rough Draft)

The Native Son 

Home is something different for everyone. The relationship individuals have with the places they refer to as home almost always certainly shape the way they act, feel, and think. For writers, home can either be damning place, or an environment that provokes artistic inspiration. For writer Carl Sandburg, the city of Chicago served as his source of muse. Sandburg paid tribute to the city he spent the bulk of his literary career in with his famous poem “Chicago.” The poem is written with such vigor and admiration it is hard to resist the obvious endearment Sandburg has for the city.

Chicago is recognized as one of the major American cities that most know, but few understand. Los Angeles is known globally as the “Entertainment capital” of the world. New York is widely acknowledged as the crown jewel of opportunity. Chicago on the other hand, is more known for their weather conditions. The “Windy city,”  as it is famously known, is a proud city that has been a staple in America with its breathtaking architecture and transportation innovation. Despite the beauty and rich history, Chicago is still stigmatized as being a lesser compared to Los Angeles and New York. Sandburg addresses this opinion with a stern defense in his poem.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Paradise Lost.

Reflection #1

Poetry has been a constant in my college curriculum. It is something I know will be there, and continue to be a part of my academic career. I had my first serious attempt at writing my own poetry last semester in my creative writing course. When writing my own work I came to realize the massive amount of yourself you put into it the work. Even at an unconscious level my personal life found its way filling the ink on to the page. Leaving my creative writing class I took with me an better understanding of the amount of thought and courage that comes with writing poetry. In a new semester  poetry has found its way back to my lectures like an old friend. One of our first assignments was to learn and master five key terms that are synonymous with poetry. Immediately after opening our course text I was shocked by how many terms there actually are in the poetry world. There is specific types of structure, words to a line, and number of lines themselves that come with poetry I never acknowledged. After going over some of the basic key concepts, the readings have been more accessible and enjoyable already.  The names of the famous authors we will cover during the course I am certain to leave with an even greater admiration for the art form that is poetry.