Monday, September 24, 2012

Poetry revisions Wk 1



Edward Williams
Eng 57
9/24/12

Poem 1 revision
                This poem is about a person trying to figure out what they should write about. They have a blank sheet of paper on a table and are pondering about what direction the poem should go in. The poet compares images to describe what’s occurring. For example, the blank sheet of paper was compared to first snow covering the landscape. Also the black letters were compared to tracks which you get in the snow when the sun sets and shadows are occurring.
                One may even say this poem touches the aspect of death in a way because of the reference of something falling. “Up ahead something has falling. Terminal point in a repeated story.” This is referring to a period one writes after a sentence. Terminal means to end. The writer then rises and wipes the sheet to get rid of the erasers and clear the spaces on his sheet.

Poem 2 Revision – On the Metro
                This poem was about a man trying to figure out if what he thought happened during his encounter on the train with woman, really happened or was it his imagination. Its ironic how the book he was reading was called, “The Temptation to exist” the woman didn’t acknowledge him until she saw that he had a book of his own to read. As a male, normally once you see a woman acknowledge you, you begin to think she’s interested in you. He allowed his imagination to lead him to believe she was creating bodily contact with him on purpose.
                It turns out that only their forearms were touching. What he thought was her leg touching his, was actually a nearby table. He starts wondering if this was a girl he would just only be able to admire from a distance. “Something like its opposite; a memory – a girl I’ve mooned for from afar, across the table from me in the library.” He had more imaginary touching. The train stopped and she just left without looking back, but for some reason he still pondered if she touched him on purpose.

Poem 3 revision
The author starts off taking in what he sees around him. He looks up in the sky to admire a cornice and sees 3 pigeons. He compares the way the pigeons flew off to a helicopter. “then fling off a s a helicopter flacks high, if you catch it right enough.” Then he looks down and sees garbage bags, sinkholes, etc. He then looks up again because he was still intrigued by the beauty of the cornices.
                While he is looking up he dodges baby strollers passing by. “A country house in urban woods?” -  this line he doesn’t understand how this house could be in this atmosphere. He then sees birds crapping and it sends him back to reality, which was 5th avenue

I used to love you



I used to love you, would of gave anything to be in ur presence/first time I heard
You were on a TDK tape as a present/You was wit a tribe called quest gracing the hook with your sound/the way u moved in my ear, I knew that my love had been found/many
years I listened to u preach about the struggles of our people/ the injustices
we face, and how mental enslavements are lethal/u made the world see thru, even
when u were just being flashy/u still had a story to tell, u didn’t just rhyme and
gas me/this is who I fell in love with, ur beauty was all over my notebooks/every
line wit endless rhymes thru u i was inspired and wrote hooks/u were my queen, u
encouraged the streets that I've lived from night to dawn/i remember the first
time we talked and had a convo on my microphone/but now, somethings different
sumthings missing, u give no more substance/its like wen u speak nowadays ur
words no longer touches/my heart my soul, I don't even ask u to repeat ur
sentences/ur more flashy and the messages u give are more dimensionless/your
swag is off, yeah ur still gorgeous, but there's nuthin more than the looks wit
you/u let soft guys glamour ur life fashion this and they  cushion you/i
remember how u wud soar weneva I put the kush in you/now when I puff, its mase
on a gud day ur only big for two/your're no longer sacred, no privacy,your files
are all public/you go out your way to appeal to all pop,rock,and crunk shit/im
not sayin to be boxed in,but you basically lost all guidelines/you forgot about
your true lover,and left him watchin from the sidelines/i used to wake up to
your voice,brothers and cuzins had you hooked to the speakers/matching your base
to my pulse, that was juss one of your wonderful features/school tried to
seperate us, no ipod or electronical devices/so I used to sneak to hear you
speak, even If was caught, you sufficed it/to hear you I covered my ears with my
hoodie or ducked my head in my bag/sat in the back of the class, and if I had
math last, the volume was ready to blast/enough flashbacks,what happened to you,
do you know wat u caused?/your cuzin Raekwon to sell out and collab wit Justin
Beiber on a song/your uncle Snoop aint even bout it, he out wit Katy Perry/your
boy Jada's still gunna ride, But I kno the pressures heavy/since you let down
you standards, every nigga tryin to get with you/punchline rappers,guncrime
actors,there's no chance of fixin you/Hip Hop, she's dead, some wud argue like
dudes in the suits and the ties/But I'd rather she be dead, than to look this
stupid alive/So goodbye Hip Hop, goodbye my love, the gems you've gave I'll neva
lose it/no more artist,all 5 star chicks, your new name now is just Music