Poetry in Commercials This Ram commercial aired for the first time during the Super Bowl in 2013. It is so unlike any commercial of it's time period, and it's words really stick with it's audience. The structure is truly poetic because the narrator uses alliteration, repetition, and rhyme throughout the commercial. | | Poetry in the Street | The artist responsible for these poems name is Robert Montgomery. Since 2005, Montgomery has gone around and replaced posters and advertisements with poetic texts for his project called "Words in the City at Night". | Poetry in Dance Poetry in Music Lyrics to "Fireflies"
You would not believe your eyes If ten million fireflies Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air And leave teardrops everywhere You'd think me rude But I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay Awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs From ten thousand lightning bugs As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head A sock hop beneath my bed A disco ball is just hanging by a thread
I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay Awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems When I fall asleep
Leave my door open just a crack (Please take me away from here) 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac (Please take me away from here) Why do I tire of counting sheep (Please take me away from here) When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
To ten million fireflies I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes I got misty eyes as they said farewell
But I'll know where several are If my dreams get real bizarre 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay Awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems When I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay Awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems When I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay Awake when I'm asleep Because my dreams are bursting at the seams | Lyrics to "Some Nights"
Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights I call it a draw Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?) Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?) Most nights I don't know anymore... Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh, Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh
This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype Save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, But here they come again to jack my style
That's alright (that's alright) I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am Oh, who am I? Mmm... Mmm...
Well, some nights I wish that this all would end 'Cause I could use some friends for a change. And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights I always win, I always win...
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?) Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?) Most nights I don't know... (oh, come on)
So this is it. I sold my soul for this? Washed my hands of that for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? (Come on) No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are When I hear songs, they sound like this one, so come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on!
Well, that is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands This one is not for the folks at home; Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?
My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she call "love" When I look into my nephew's eyes... Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from... Some terrible nights... ah...
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh, Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh
The other night you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me I called you up but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen It's for the best we get our distance... Oh... It's for the best you didn't listen It's for the best we get our distance... Oh...
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The poet that I selected is Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and the poet that my partner, Freyja Turner, selected is Gregory Corso. These two poets are associated with each other because they are both Beat poets. According to the Poetry Foundation, Beat poets are a group of poets who emerged from San Francisco's literary counterculture in the 1950's. The thing that appeals to me most about Ferlinghetti is the style in which he writes. He is very descriptive in his poems, and he uses spacing to give them a jazz-like rhythm. I am finding a lot of different sources of his published work as well. Some of his published work is on the Poetry Foundation, and some more of his works are in our class book The New American Poetry. | | | He also has several books of published poems, and many of them are available in Wright State's library. Some of his books are Americus : book I, Poetry as Insurgent Art, A Coney Island of the Mind, and San Francisco Poems.
The poet that I focused on in my Midterm essay was Catherine Wagner. In comparison with Denise Leverton, I found that while the subject matter that the two write about is drastically different, they do have a similarities in the way that they structure and style their poems.
Wagner is very comfortable with her sexuality and doesn't mind speaking very frankly about subjects such as sex, pregnancy, and child birth. Levertov on the other hand was more religious and lyrical in her poems, and she wrote more about her life, emotions, and things in nature. Both Wagner and Levertov seem to be very into taking advantage of the space that they are given to write with. Many of their poems are separated with extra space between stanzas, and many of their lines have been "tabbed" over to create extra spacing before words in a line. Wagner definitely uses spacing more than Levertov does, but it is clearly evident in both poet's writing. Another similarity that they have is their use of repetition. Wagner uses repetition quite frequently in her poems in order to reiterate and exaggerate certain points that she is trying to make or stress, and Levertov also uses repetition for that purpose.
In regards to which poet is more challenging, I would definitely have to say that Catherine Wagner is more difficult to understand and read. Her extreme use of spacing can be very confusing to read at times, and the way in which she portrays her subject matter is a lot more cryptic and hard to pick up on than Levertov's is. Levertov's poetry is easier to relate to just because the reader can understand the message she is trying to portray a lot more quickly due to the fact that she uses nature and things that the reader is familiar with to talk about her subject matter.
August 28, 2013
Poem 1
Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,
Her admonition mild
In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon,--
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down
Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky
With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
Poem 2
Frequently the woods are pink - Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head is crested I was wont to see - And as oft a cranny Where it used to be - And the Earth - they tell me - On its Axis turned! Wonderful Rotation! By but twelve performed!
Journal #2
In class on Tuesday, we talked about different terms that we associate with poetry, and we watched a video about Emily Dickinson’s life. Some of the terms we discussed were iambic pentameter, haikus, couplets, sonnets, and imagery. In these two poems that I have chosen, Emily Dickinson uses a lot of imagery. The words that she uses really enable her readers to be able to paint a picture in their minds. She uses a great deal of detail in these poems by giving specific colors and settings for her readers to visualize.
Another way that these two poems connect with Tuesday’s class is in the way that they display some of the facts that we learned from watching the video about Emily’s life. In the video, we were told that Emily was very smart and knew a lot more than the average woman about nature and science. This is very clear in her poems as she talks about subjects such as the rotation of the earth and the changing of things from day to night. Another aspect of her life that the video talked about was her relationship with her mother. Emily never really thought that her mother acted like a mother should act, and in the poem, she makes it clear what her view of the “gentlest mother” is, and how she sees that mother figure in nature.
September 2, 2013
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
~Maya Angelou | “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” is a lyrical poem written by Maya Angelou. It is a lyrical poem because it is more of an expression of a strong feeling that the author has than it is a story, and because it begs to be spoken in an almost song-like voice because of its rhythm. In this poem, the speaker is comparing a caged bird to a free bird and explaining to its audience why the caged bird sings despite the fact that it is oppressed and not free to do as it pleases like the free bird. Angelou uses a lot of imagery in this poem. She paints a clear picture in her readers’ minds about what she wants them to be picturing when they read her poem. By her use of imagery, the reader can tell that the stanzas about the free bird are meant to be more care-free and simple, while the stanzas about the caged bird are meant to sound more cruel and harsh. She contrasts the two birds by using phrases like “the orange sun rays” (6), “the trade winds soft” (23), and “the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn” (24) for the free bird, and phrases such as “his narrow cage” (9), “his bars of rage” (11), and “his wings are clipped and his feet are tied” (12-13) to express the distress of the caged bird. Through Angelou’s use of imagery, the reader can see these differences and paint a very vivid picture in their mind that helps them to understand the poem more clearly. This contrast makes the poem more appealing and intense, and the reader can feel the passion that Angelou felt. In the article, it asks if someone were to paraphrase a lyrical poem, what would it be about? It then answers that question by saying that the paraphrased version would be boring, and no one would really be attracted to reading it because it would just be a statement about an old and worn out idea/feeling. However, the article says that lyrical poems take an emotion that is old and common and presents them in a new way that is riveting and pleasing to read. This is definitely what Angelou does in her poem with her views and feelings on freedom and oppression.
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