Friday, February 22, 2013

Poetry for All


Hello, everybody! I missed class on Monday, so I don't have a class reflection. I do, however, have a few poems that I've been working on. I write in free verse. I just seem to struggle so much with finding creativity in the constraints of closed form.

I can't think of a good name for this first poem...so if you have any ideas...throw them down!

Ophelia of LA by Alicia Rogers


The world is still, a breath caught within the lungs,
soft lungs that collapse into shades of blue and grey.
I can smell the pain. It’s waiting
just beyond the borders of who I am, who I was,
who I am yet to be.
Ophelia. driven to madness in Lake Los Angeles.

But the world isn’t still. It shifts and moves.
It bobs and weaves faster than my hands can reach out and take hold.

And I don’t want to take hold.
Let’s run free
from these conventions, from these expectations, from the bullshit lines that draw our circumstances.
It’s happenstance created by indecision
and revision.
We insist, we chant, we scream “I’m so deep. Look at me, I’m so deep.”
But we aren’t.

This is universal: the overwhelming force of drowning in my own insistence.
The flowers in the lake, the welcome darkness of the water—
ink to blot out what I know too well.

I breathe the water and it breathes me,
dragging me under.

A year from now I’ll know that this was real,
that I was born from the coughing
choking
gagging
screaming
that brought me down to death

Carpe diem.
I’ll seize that day and fall back
to the earth that birthed me into its stillness of grey and black.


And here's the second poem:

After by Alicia Rogers

You promised me shooting stars
that we’d catch on our tongues
as we wove our bodies together.
I promised you the sea, the ground, the foundation.
I gave you permanence.
You gave me flight.

But flying is transitory, and I fell
down
in a different land.
A strange land.
A broken land.
lost

Monday, February 18, 2013

Final Draft of My Poetry Analysis


Alicia Rogers
Wexler
English 495
11 February 2013
Partial Draft
Comfort and Adventure in Death:
A Look at Tennyson’s “Crossing the Bar”
            It is often said that the only inescapable constants of life are death and taxes.  As mortal men and women, we will always be tied to some form of government to control the masses, and thus, subject to the payment of taxes.  Furthermore, as mortal men and women, we will always be tied to the grave.  Mortality is something that we all share; it is our great equalizer and unifier.  However, none of this makes death any easier to encounter.  This is where art comes in.  Whether graphic or literary, art seeks to negotiate the boundary between life and death and lend some comfort or insight into an experience that we all must face.  Alfred, Lord Tennyson navigates through his own feelings about death in his poem, “Crossing the Bar.”  Through his natural images, his structure and rhyme, and his established conceit, Tennyson finds a place of comfort and acceptance within the deep distress of morbid thought.  
When Tennyson discusses natural images within his poems, he connects back to stability.  The images serve as reminders that humanity, in general, and the reader, specifically, are connected to the world.  In “Crossing the Bar,” Tennyson relies on images of the environment to “gravitate [the poem] towards some inevitable ground” (Tucker 9).  The poem opens with the “sunset and the evening star” which are simple twilight images that people encounter daily, yet their significance intensifies throughout the poem (Tennyson 63).  Just as humanity cannot stop the sun from setting nor the stars from heralding the night, we cannot stop death from coming for us.  It is the way that things were meant to be.  Furthermore, these images are not drawn in fearful colors.  Instead, they are displayed in their simplicity, as facts.  In the next stanza, readers witness the quiet peace of the tide in the sea.  This ocean is “too full for sound or foam” which reflects an air of calmness; there is no tumult here.  The image of the tide also brings implications of being swept away in its midst.  However, the boat that is the narrator uses the tide in order to journey.  This sets the narrator up as “is the tide master, not its victim” (Shaw 10).  Yet, Tennyson also uses this inevitability that the natural world invokes to unite with the power of God.  As the “flood may bear [him] far” to see his Pilot, the narrator recognizes that he is held up by forces beyond himself.  Just as readers cannot escape the world around them, neither can they escape the power of God and death. 
The structure and the rhyme scheme of the poem further emphasize Tennyson’s journey to a peaceful resolution with death.  Just as Tennyson uses the natural world to reflect the inescapability of death, he finds “a semblance of command…reflected in the command of poetic form” (Tucker 14).  Tennyson takes an uncontrollable situation and exerts control over it by fitting the wildness of death into four finely structured and relatable stanzas.  Tennyson uses a simple abab rhyme scheme to further resonate the straightforward goal of the poem and, ultimately, the plainness of the subject matter.  The word choice also echoes this need for simplicity.  Instead of dressing the lines up with cluttered adjectives, Tennyson lets the smallest word count.  The poem is not overly ornate; in fact, it is “poetry of the austere and minimal” (Shaw 9).  This reflects Tennyson’s understanding that death is not an exceptional experience.  It is one that all beings who live must face.   Yet, even within the “deliberately impoverished” style, readers—like Tennyson—learn that it is not desirable to avoid death at all cost.  Tennyson’s “short syntactic units create a sense of urgency” that leads readers to believe that Tennyson looks forward to the journey of death (Shaw 10).  Tennyson even uses the cleanest method of signaling closure with repetition and revision. In his “twice repeated optative—‘may there be no moaning,’ ‘may there be no sadness’—and the final ‘hope’” Tennyson draws his poem to its natural conclusion and its death (Shaw 11).  This continual mirroring of his subject matter leads readers towards Tennyson’s own conclusion that death is not big enough to fear, instead it is another normal step in the process of life. 
Finally, Tennyson treats readers to an extended metaphor that eases both their feelings about death and his own feelings about death.  The narrator of the poem is a boat heading to sea.  This motif of the sea and the boat “permits plenty of action, but action in which the actors are subordinated to some authority outside of themselves” (Tucker 11).  Just as the boat cannot journey without the sea, humanity cannot journey without additional authority.  The “sustained evocation of emotional atmosphere” holds readers to Tennyson’s analysis and urges them to further contemplate the nature of death (Tucker 12).  Additionally, Tennyson creates another metaphor that complements the first.  He uses a natural sandbar to signify the edge of life and the beginning of death.  This bar is the obstacle that must be faced in order to see his “Pilot face to face” (Tennyson 64).  Ultimately, Tennyson finds hope in the journey that his boat must make. He puts his trust in his faith where “God is the guide as well as the goal, for without His Incarnation as the ‘Pilot’ at the outset of the voyage there would be no immortality on the farther shore” (Shaw 10).  Tennyson does not undercut the overarching message that death is unavoidable; instead, he call attention to his confidence that “though he knows he will not make the journey through his own navigating skills” he has hope that he has run the course back to his mooring where he can “trust in his Pilot’s presence” (Shaw 10).  Readers who have followed the poem closely can see that the narrator does not end in turmoil—he may be unsure of the journey, but he knows that it is a natural course; furthermore, he remains ever hopeful. 
In my own life, I have often pondered the relationship between life and death.  I became acquainted with the topic at a very young age.  One of my younger sisters died in her infancy when I was five years old.  More recently, my younger brother died in a snowstorm.  As such, I’ve had years to contemplate and reexamine the subject.  I, like Tennyson, cannot bring myself to fear death.  Instead, I view it as part of the deal we all make when we are born.  It may be a little morbid to think about, but we are all marching at different speeds toward the same end.  All that humans can do is seek for something that makes that march worthwhile—be it God, or Love, or Learning.  
Works Cited
Shaw, W. David. “Tennyson’s Late Elegies.” Victorian Poetry 12.1 (1974): 1-12. JSTOR. Web.
8 Feb. 2013.
Tennyson, Alfred. “Crossing the Bar.” 100 Best-Loved Poems. Ed. Philip Smith. NY: Dover
Publications, 1995. 63-64. Print.
Tucker, Herbert F., Jr. “Tennyson and the Measure of Doom.” PMLA 98.1 (Jan. 1983): 8-20.
JSTOR. Web. 8 Feb. 2013.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Poetry Exercises

Hi guys. Tonight in class, we were given a few writing exercises in preparation for our poetry projects. Most of the assignments were brainstorms to create lists of assonant/alliterate phrases. The one that was a real challenge was changing a songs lyrics! I'm done yet, but I wanted to post a bit before I leave class.

The song that I'm going to play with from Parachute. It's called "Blame It On Me." I dare you to not get the song stuck in your head.

Click after the read more to see the lists that I created so far.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Partial Draft of My Poetry Analysis

Hi guys. I was going to try and have the whole essay posted, but I really just want to go to bed. I have, what I like to call, an extended outline written up for you to peruse. It has the introduction and all my supporting evidence written out. There are some detailed sentences so that you can see where I intend to go with this as well. I hope that this is appropriate to partial draft. I've never had a partial draft due.


Alicia Rogers
Wexler
English 495
11 February 2013
Partial Draft
Comfort and Adventure in Death:
A Look at Tennyson’s “Crossing the Bar”
            It is often said that the only inescapable constants of life are death and taxes.  As mortal men and women, we will always be tied to some form of government to control the masses, and thus, subject to the payment of taxes.  Furthermore, as mortal men and women, we will always be tied to the grave.  Mortality is something that we all share; it is our great equalizer and unifier.  However, none of this makes death any easier to encounter.  This is where art comes in.  Whether graphic or literary, art seeks to negotiate the boundary between life and death and lend some comfort or insight into an experience that we all must face.  Alfred, Lord Tennyson navigates through his own feelings about death in his poem, “Crossing the Bar.”  Through his natural images, his structure and rhyme, and his established conceit, Tennyson finds a place of comfort and acceptance within the deep distress of morbid thought.  
When Tennyson discusses natural images within his poems, he connects back to stability.  The images serve as reminders that humanity, in general, and the reader, specifically, are connected to the world.  In “Crossing the Bar,” Tennyson relies on images of the environment to “gravitate [the poem] towards some inevitable ground” (Tucker 9).  The image of the tide brings implications of “being swept away…is [instead] and act of volition; he is the tide master, not its victim” (Shaw 10).  He then uses this inevitability of the natural world to unite with the power of God.  Just as readers cannot escape the world around them, neither can they escape the power of God and death. 
The structure and the rhyme scheme of the poem further emphasize Tennyson’s journey to a peaceful resolution with death.  Just as Tennyson uses the natural world to reflect the inescapability of death, he finds “a semblance of command…reflected in the command of poetic form” (Tucker 14).  Tennyson takes an uncontrollable situation and exerts control over it by fitting the wildness of death into four finely structured and relatable stanzas.   The poem is not overly ornate; in fact, it is “poetry of the austere and minimal” (Shaw 9).  This reflects Tennyson’s understanding that death is not an exceptional experience.  It is one that all beings who live must face.   Yet, even within the “deliberately impoverished” style, readers—like Tennyson—learn that it is not desirable to avoid death at all cost.  Tennyson’s “short syntactic units create a sense of urgency” that leads readers to believe that Tennyson looks forward to the journey of death (Shaw 10).  DO SOMETHING WITH THIS LINE: “with the twice repeated optative—‘may there be no moaning,’ ‘may there be no sadness’—and the final ‘hope’ Tennyson is committed at the end to nothing but a wish” (Shaw 11). 
Finally, Tennyson treats readers to an extended metaphor that eases both their feelings about death and his own feelings about death.  The narrator of the poem is a boat heading to sea.  This motif of the sea and the boat “permits plenty of action, but action in which the actors are subordinated to some authority outside of themselves” (Tucker 11).  The “sustained evocation of emotional atmosphere” holds readers to Tennyson’s analysis and urges them to further contemplate the nature of death (Tucker 12).  Ultimately, Tennyson finds hope in the journey that his boat must make. He puts his trust in his faith where “God is the guide as well as the goal, for without His Incarnation as the ‘Pilot’ at the outset of the voyage there would be no immortality on the farther shore” (Shaw 10).  Tennyson does not undercut the overarching message that death is unavoidable; instead, he call attention to his confidence that “though he knows he will not make the journey through his own navigating skills, his humility is also a form of confidence: a trust in his Pilot’s presence” (Shaw 10).  
CONCLUDE THIS THING: 

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

My Brother's Birthday Is Next Monday...

and all I could think about is how I should still celebrate his day, even though he's not here. Instead, I'll probably be in class. He would've been turning 20.

Anyway, I've been struggling to pick a poem for the essay that is partially due on Monday. I seem to be having a hard time finding sources for the poems that I actually want to talk about in the essay. I was hoping to finish it prior to Friday of next week since I want to have no worries for my exciting Gallifrey weekend. I've been planning this convention for a year. I even had a corset made for one of my costumes.

I love it so much.
Nothing will stop me from enjoying myself. So I will push through, and I will be victorious!

Class this week was fun for me. I really do wish more people would share during class though. I don't want to take up all the time, but I get uncomfortable with silence. Maybe it's just my weird thing. I did really enjoy the interplay between myself and (I believe it was) Ellen. I love disagreements and discussions, especially when they incorporate a positive energy. I'm here to learn, and that can't happen without some push back.

I plan on posting a partial draft of my essay by Saturday...of course I'll need to pick the poem fast.


Saturday, February 2, 2013

Introduction for English 495: Multigenre Literacy in a Global Context

At this point, I'll be adding to this blog with information and postings from my senior seminar. I have to say that I'm thrilled to be at the end of my Bachelor's Degree work. I feel like it's just taken FOREVER!

Media technology has so important in teaching because it surrounds all of us all the time. Hardly a moment passes when we aren't inundated with magazine covers, television programs, internet articles, etc. This can be an equally good or bad thing. Because technology makes information ever present. We now have access to knowledge at all times. It's amazing. It also presents a challenge because, often times, our students will often be more knowledgable about these technologies than we are. Other times, they may be operating with more recent information than we accessed.

I appreciate the use of media in linking all of us in a global context. Those who teach in the USA can be linked to those who teach in Russia, Mexico, India--anywhere. This multiplies our access to new ideas exponentially. It's a beautiful thing.

Now for introductions stuff.

This is my daughter and me when I pretended not to be ginger.
I love being a redhead, although I went through a phase not long ago when I decided that it wasn't red enough and so I might as well just be brunette.


My daughter is basically my favorite person in the whole world. She likes to put on shows for us almost every evening. I have NO idea where she got that idea from. The shows generally consist of her dancing and singing The Little Mermaid's "Poor Unfortunate Souls" to the family. Sometimes though, she likes to read to us. I have a video of her "reading" The Hungry, Hungry Caterpillar. 

I'm glad that she loves books, because books and language have always been vastly important to me. This is the reason that I've always wanted to be an English teacher. From thirteen onwards, I have never wavered in that desire. Both of my parents are high school teachers and I've spent my life in their classrooms, to the point that school rooms became my second home. I can't imagine feeling fulfilled--in a career sense--in any other setting.

Click the read more button to see more things that I love.