Michael+HAll

“Poetry is the most direct and simple means of expressing oneself in words” – Northrup Frye
 * My Quote** -


 * MY POEMS - **


 * ODE- **

The cruel idea that a thought can reverse itself tears me apart

Shuter at the thought, if only a true blind eye can tell me my problem

then the world dazzling bright glare wouldnt outshine it

Then the word would come out and i would know where to begin

If only feeling were so easy to spot

like a hooker in church, you only know if you ask

Then you wouldnt have this gapping hole in your core

It only continues becuase it has no end in sight

but to have an end you must have a beginning

To allow such a feeling to embark you isnt a true self statement

You only know where to start from where you were

and with a heavy heart you swallow the universe and all of its pain, passion, and pleasure

fillong the core with eveything you have and saying

"ok..... ill accept it"


 * I WAS RAISED BY- **

I was raised by huge yellow arks

Happy hellos and cute waves

Blue shirts with silver plates With no type pf manners after the hours of 12-5

eaten chicken and burgers

Kind of food

I was raised by smooth jazz and crazy pop

Popin only done by the king himself

Words only a musiq soulchild could produce

Listening upon how women and relationships should be handled

Kind of music

I was raised up in orderly fashion

Dont have your shirt untucked

spit your gum out, dont eat in class,

"do your work"

Kind of school

I was raised in a house of feminine odor

"listen hear boy" Close your eyes and knock before entering

be a mans man

kind of house


 * SONNET - **

A star is not lit unless it is bright

The stars comes together in a nice way

It shines like no other night or like no light

To show what it does everyday

To look at the sun in pure madness is

A disgrace but not doing anything thou

Like a movie I am not the pure wiz

Towards the king of the heavens you will bow

But from one angel to another it

Is not worth the disapproval of man

But man does know what is a crime admit

I am surely no cheerleader or fan

For who am I to question his good work

Be careful not to let him go berserk


 * We are the Seasons: **

Just like the year, we have our seasonsWe are like the winter, with our cold exteriorWhile inside we are warm and comfortedWith hot chocolate in hand, we are warm

After that time, we come out of our shells and enjoy nature and allBirds and Bees come together and the flowers of love come forthIf only for a time will all things continueWe laugh at ourselves, cry with no fear

Then the hot feeling come together and explode in a rush sensationThis is the period for fun in the sunFor others its a hell for those who didnt do itLike nike im swooshin away

After that we are thanksful for what we haveWe dress up as monsters and ghouls to scare away demonsWe destroy the turkey population and all things eatable on earth is devouredWe then see despair and coldness on the horizon and we retreat into ourselves

Then the year begins again

Artist Statement –

I don’t really get inspiration but I buy it. If I cant think about what I want to write about I force the thoughts out. This affects my poetry in some way because when I think about the poem my stanzas don’t come across the way I want them to. I like to write about the theme of human feelings and how they interact. Comparing and contrasting things is hard to me unless they are opposites. Being like the great Shakespeare isn't a goal of mine but just writing poetry in the moment is the best.

Eating Poetry by Mark Strand code Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.

I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark. code ||

Close Reading – The authors use the tone of the poem and opposites to create a feeling of ravages to the reader and the illusion of things. This make the reader then thinks about poetry in a more literal than poetic. In this poem, the use of the first person point of view make the reader first have to guess who or what the poem perspective is from. This then creates the illusion that the poem is either from a man or dogs. This question come from the line “I snarl at her and bark”. Before that line it was thought that the poem was from a man’s point of view but after that line it wasn’t for sure. This type of effect then creates a tone of mystery and arrogance. With this the poem can reveal whether or not the perspective is from whatever. In his poem, lot is made into questions and those answers are up t the reader. Also in the poem, the author talks about a librarian being confused and this can be seen as a contradiction because librarians are suppose to be knowledgeable so for the librarian to not understand something is out of the ordinary. This can be seen as an illusion of what understanding is. This can be seen in many of his poems.

The Coming of Light by Mark Strand

code Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath. code ||

Close up reading –

The author’s use of the metaphorical imagery and tone of the poem has a nostalgic effect and this effect makes the reader think about the coming of new things and that rebirth can be done through old things. In most cultures, the rebirth of anything means the renewal of life. As said, the author of the poem used opposites very well to describe the difference in birth and death. The author uses light to represent birth and the graveyard to represent death. The clear difference in opposites is shown better when they are used together. This also gave the poem a tone of rebirth and a tone of an announcement does drift through the poem while the scenery is said. Creating this gave the poem a feeling of the night retreating before the morning. The line “and tomorrow’s Dust flares into breath”, brings the image of the suns lights just hitting the first dust of the new day. By creating this image the poem symbolizes rebirth. Also the flow of the poem is more fluent because there aren’t many periods. Without so many periods, the poem did feel like a sequence leading up to the sun rising up. His poem do usually lead u to an ending that reveal a path the poem can take. In this one the one of those paths was rebirth but another one could have been dreams and waking up. Man and Camel by Mark Strand code On the eve of my fortieth birthday I sat on the porch having a smoke when out of the blue a man and a camel happened by. Neither uttered a sound at first, but as they drifted up the street and out of town the two of them began to sing. Yet what they sang is still a mystery to me— the words were indistinct and the tune too ornamental to recall. Into the desert they went and as they went their voices rose as one above the sifting sound of windblown sand. The wonder of their singing, its elusive blend of man and camel, seemed an ideal image for all uncommon couples. Was this the night that I had waited for so long? I wanted to believe it was, but just as they were vanishing, the man and camel ceased to sing, and galloped back to town. They stood before my porch, staring up at me with beady eyes, and said: "You ruined it. You ruined it forever." code || Close Reading – The authors use of the tone and wording of the poem make the reader question the existence of the man and the camel. This then makes the reader feel like not everything in poetry is as simple as it seems. This first thing that struck me about the poem was that it didn’t come across as the usual poem. Its title and all around subject was weird but wasn’t weird for a poem. The poem begins with a man smoking on a porch but out of nowhere a man and a camel walk across him. The man’s tone turns into surprising and curious about the two figures. From this the man and camel walk into the desert that appears from nowhere from what we know. The structure of the poem was more of paragraphs. This made the poem feel like a story. The poem has more periods than commas so the ideas from each line end. Without that the poem sounds more literal than poetic. This was new from what I seen from other poems by this author.