Romeo Montague (
withoutverona) wrote in
fandomhigh2012-08-13 10:22 am
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Poetry 101, Monday, 8/13
"Eight weeks," Romeo said once class was assembled, "is not enough time to teach you much at all about poetry. The most I can hope to have done is to give you some taste for it -- a morsel from a feast I hope will sustain you all your lives."
"My question this week is both very easy and very difficult. We've all read, I hope, a sufficiency of poems -- some in class, some outside class. What I hope we may have teased out is what makes a poem immortal. Is it the language? The imagery? The rhythm of the words? Is it style -- or is it substance? Do we like 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' because we think we are Prufrock, or because of the way his tale is told?"
He shrugged. "I've no idea. Both, I would imagine. But I want to hear what you think. Why is your favorite poem your favorite poem? And what is that favorite poem, to start with?"
"My question this week is both very easy and very difficult. We've all read, I hope, a sufficiency of poems -- some in class, some outside class. What I hope we may have teased out is what makes a poem immortal. Is it the language? The imagery? The rhythm of the words? Is it style -- or is it substance? Do we like 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' because we think we are Prufrock, or because of the way his tale is told?"
He shrugged. "I've no idea. Both, I would imagine. But I want to hear what you think. Why is your favorite poem your favorite poem? And what is that favorite poem, to start with?"

Discussion [8/13]
Re: Discussion [8/13]
He cleared his throat.
"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!"