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"A poet looks at the world somewhat as a man looks at a woman" -Wallace Stevens

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<span style="font-size: 200%; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"> <span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 21, 255)">     // <span style="color: rgb(13, 31, 217)"> __Favorite Poem__:   // = = Acquainted with the Night **<span style="font-size: 120%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">  By Robert Frost   **  <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51)"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51)">I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have out-walked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51)">Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51)">I have been one acquainted with the night

// <span style="color: rgb(13, 31, 217)"> __Song__:  //

<span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Britannic Bold'; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"> Fake Plastic Trees   <span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; font-family: Arial; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"> // By Radiohead  // <span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; font-family: Arial; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial">       A green plastic watering can For a fake Chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth

That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plans To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man A cracked polystyrene man Who just crumbles and burns

He used to do surgery On girls in the eighties But gravity always wins

And it wears him out, it wears him out It wears him out, it wears him out

She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love

But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run And it wears me out, it wears me out It wears me out, it wears me out

And if I could be who you wanted If I could be who you wanted All the time, all the time   <span style="display: block; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center"> media type="custom" key="805607"



<span style="color: rgb(142, 23, 232)"><span style="color: rgb(133, 50, 205)">   // <span style="color: rgb(13, 31, 217)"> __Textbook Poem__:   // <span style="display: block; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center"> <span style="color: rgb(142, 23, 232)"><span style="color: rgb(133, 50, 205)"> <span style="color: rgb(114, 43, 166)"><span style="color: rgb(106, 14, 170)"><span style="color: rgb(133, 50, 205)"><span style="color: rgb(19, 18, 237)"><span style="font-size: 70%; color: rgb(142, 23, 232)"><span style="font-size: 120%; color: rgb(132, 56, 188)"> By Kinnel Galaway <span style="font-size: 80%; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif">
 * Blackberry Eating**

<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255)">I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255)"> of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like strengths or squinched, many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry -- eating in late September. <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255)"> <span style="color: rgb(150, 56, 240)"><span style="color: rgb(174, 60, 246)"><span style="color: rgb(143, 53, 243)"><span style="color: rgb(184, 74, 247)"> // <span style="color: rgb(13, 31, 217)"> __Original Poem__:  // __** <span style="font-size: 200%; color: rgb(47, 162, 78)">The Rubik's Cuber **__ //By Oscar//

Silence is not golden, Rather it is the colors of a Rubik's Cube. I shut out all the world around me except Its silent defiance in stickers of yellow, white, green, red, and blue.

A quick examination was all that I need, There's no going back now. Fingers begin to manipulate it with great speed, As beads of sweat roll down my brow.

The cube sang its familiar song, Click, Click, Click, Click. Until it was solved was not very long , But the timer continued to count down and tick.

Panic filled my head, The end was near. Not knowing where the next step led, Completion was almost here.

Finally, the cube is done, Ecstasy, elation, nirvana, crying, rapture, fixation, emotion, euphoria, exultation, jubilation and delight, Happiness and the shining sun, Passion, joy, bliss, I had won the fight.



// <span style="color: rgb(13, 31, 217)"> <span style="color: rgb(13, 31, 217)"> __Parody__:   // **Quizno’s and Subway** By John <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"> Some say the world’s best hoagie is of Quiznos. Some say it is of Subway. From what I’ve tasted of hoagies, I hold with those who favor Subway. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"> But if I had to eat two hoagies , I think I know enough of deliciousness To say that Quizno’s hoagies Are also great And would  suffice.

(Parodied From Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice") Link To Orginal Poem: [|http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-and-ice/</span]>

<span style="color: rgb(0, 21, 255)"> <span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 21, 255)"> // __Interpretations__: // __ Acquainted with the Night __ The words used in Frost's **poems** have very broad meanings, often allowing the reader to interpret the poem the way they want. In "Acquainted with the Night//"//, Frost tells of his sufferings. Following **iambic pentameter** and **narrated** by Frost himself, this powerful poem possesses strong **themes** of loneliness and depression.

The first line of the poem, "I have been one acquainted with the night", makes little sense when "night" is seen as a **denotation**. Actually, "the night" is a **connotation** for death and the line "I have been one acquainted with the night" is Frost's declaration that he is well acquainted with death. This is true as he had lost many relatives to death, including his parents, sister, and children. In addition to that, the city in this poem **symbolizes** the realm of Frost's sufferings. When Frost writes, "I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain/ I have out-walked the furthest city light", his walks in the city rain represents his periods of sad thoughts, while "I have out-walked the furthest city light" tells of the long durations of his sad thoughts.

The "watchman on his beat" is the **personification** of Frost's conscience, which tells him to go on with normal life rather than excessively grieve over his losses. Frost, however, shamefully ignores his conscience and states, " [I] dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain". Later, the cry that Frost hears is the calling of his dead relatives. However, the calls are discomforting to Frost, who states that they are "not to call me back or say goodbye".

The "luminary clock against the sky" **personifies** Frost's deceased relatives, who are "further still at an unearthly height" or at their home in the afterlife. The clock is counting down until Frost can join his relatives in death but the clock "Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right", which means the clock does not give a clear reading. Frost then ends his poem by **repeating** the first verse of his poem to reemphasize the fact that he is well acquainted with death. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51)">     <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51)"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51)">

<span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 21, 255)"><span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Britannic Bold'; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial">__Fake Plastic Trees__ <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif"><span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; font-family: Arial; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial"> <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">   <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif"> Possessing a tired, wistful **tone**, //Fake Plastic Trees// tells the story of a woman who is the victim of an artificial, apathetic world, a world where the demands of society will take away one’s very being. First off, //Fake Plastic Trees// establishes the setting of a synthetic world when Thom (lead singer) sings,“ <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">A green plastic watering can/ For a fake Chinese rubber plant/ In the fake plastic earth/ That she bought from a rubber man". The words "plastic", "fake", and "rubber" especially evoke **imagery** of artificial nature. Furthermore, the lyrics "In a town full of rubber plans", where the town **alludes** to the society of today, assert that the citizens of this society all have no true goals and have fallen into hopelessness     <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">      <span style="font-size: 120%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">The woman, who is only referred to as "she", is tired of this world as "It wears her out". Her husband, referred to as " a broken man" does not help her situation. The **lyrics** "She lives with a broken man/ A cracked polystyrene man/ Who just crumbles and burns" all express the husband's emptiness. However, the husband is also tired of the world as "It wears him out", but has already accepted the fact that he cannot escape his life. The woman's frustration is finally expressed when multiple instruments come crashing into the song and Thom (lead singer) drastically intensifies his voice. Nonetheless, //Fake Plastic Trees// returns to its previous wistful **tone** to show that the woman had given up and that the soulless world had assimilated her.<span style="font-size: 120%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">

<span style="font-size: 120%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">The **narrator** then tells the story from a 1st-person **point of view** after the intense part of //Fake Plastic Trees// concludes. Only referring to himself as "I", the narrator is also tired of the world and states "It wears me out". In addition, the narrator has had some sort of affection for the woman as he or she refers to the woman as "My fake plastic love". Nevertheless, the narrator knows that the woman had already fallen victim to the soulless society and laments, "She looks like the real thing/ She tastes like the real thing/ But gravity always wins". The gravity is a connotation of the power and inescapable force of assimilation into society, no matter good or bad. <span style="font-size: 120%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"> The narrator desperately wants to escape this world and states, "But I can't help the feeling/ I could blow through the ceiling/ If I just turn and run.". Unfortunately, he is unable to get away. The narrator then grieves, "If I could be who you wanted/ All the time, all the time" to express his inability to rescue the woman from society. //Fake Plastic Trees// then comes to a gentle end.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"> <span style="display: block; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center"> <span style="color: rgb(114, 43, 166)"><span style="color: rgb(106, 14, 170)"><span style="color: rgb(133, 50, 205)"><span style="color: rgb(19, 18, 237)"><span style="font-size: 70%; color: rgb(142, 23, 232)"><span style="display: block; font-size: 120%; color: rgb(132, 56, 188); text-align: left">          **<span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(132, 56, 188); font-family: Arial; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial">__Blackberry Eatin____g__

**"Blackberry Eating" is an upbeat and positive **poem** about enjoying oneself. The poem tells what the author loves to do ("I love to go out in late September/ Among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries/ To eat blackberries for breakfast") and stays in a positive **tone** through out the whole poem. Kinnell makes excellent use of adjectives such as; "fat", "ripened", "startled", and "silent" to express his joyous feelings. In the end the poem concludes with Kinnell restating his happy feelings to make the sense of joyous feelings felt even more**.**

Kinnell does many things to make the reader share his delightful feelings. First, his use of **alliteration** helps bring out pleasant and amusing reactions from the reader. Some examples are "Squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well", "silent, startled", and "strengths or squinched". Kinnell also uses a **hyperbole**, where he calls the action of eating blackberries a "black art", to add humor to his poetry. Secondly, Kinnell's **diction** is very easy to understand and relate to, while evoking delightful feelings from the reader. Lastly, Kinnell's descriptive language and good use of adjectives provides strong **imagery** to the reader where the reader can literally taste the juicy blackberries and feel the cool fall air.

Furthermore, the author compares the delightfulness of blackberries to the delightfulness of words. Kinnell compares the blackberries falling to his mouth to words being spoken out of his mouths. Kinnell calls the words, "certain peculiar words" and "many lettered, one-syllable lumps". Overall, "Blackberry Eating" is a delightful poem that is not to be taken seriously. __** Quizno's and Subway **__

"Quizno's and Subway" is a poem that **parodies** Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice". It's positive and humorous **tone** makes fun of the depressing "Fire and Ice" and the everyday, modern language used in this poem makes fun of the somewhat outdated language in "Fire and Ice". The narrator is John and he simply compares the "deliciousness" of Quizno's and Subway hoagies in this amusing poem. <span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 21, 255)"> // __Glossary:__ //    **

alliteration- ** the repetition of the first consonant sound in a phrase


 * allusion-**is a figure of speech referencing a well-known person, place, or thing


 * connotation-** what an object symbolizes


 * denotation-**what an object actually is


 * diction-**the author’s vocabulary choices, expression, and style

** figurative language- ** language with exaggerations to facts ** hyperbole- ** exaggerated statements


 * iambic pentameter-** type of meter used in poetry where it alternates between stressed and unstressed syllables


 * imagery-** descriptive language evoking sensory reactions


 * lyric-** words that accompany music


 * meter-** rhythmic structure of a verse


 * mood-** the disposition/ atmosphere of the poem


 * narrator-** the entity telling the story/poem/work
 * parody- ** work created to mock, comment on, or poke fun at an original work

**poetry-**the art of rhythmical composition **point of view-** the perspective of the narrator

**personification-** giving an inanimate object human-like qualities

**repetition-** restating phrases to emphasize certain ideas or facts

**symbolism-**where one word or concept represents another


 * tone- ** the attitudes toward the subject and toward the audience implied in a literary work


 * theme- ** unifying idea or concept of the piece

<span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255)"> <span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 21, 255)"> // __Sources:__ //

**Websites:**

Frost, Robert. "Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost." __Poem Hunter__. 1 June 2008 <[|http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acquainted-with-the-night/>.] Frost, Robert. "Fire and Ice by Robert Frost." __Poem Hunter__. 1 June 2008 <[|http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-and-ice/%3C/span>.] Huey, Steve. "Allmusic." __Allmusic__. Macrovision. 24 May 2008 <span style="color: rgb(21, 51, 213)">< [|http://ww w.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=33:wnfexzy0ld0e>] Para 1 Kinnell, Galway. "Blackberry Eating by Galway Kinnell." __Poem Hunter__. 1 June 2008 <[|http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blackberry-eating/>.] "Poetry Analysis: Acquanited with the Night." __Helium__. 1 June 2008 <[|http://www.helium.com/items/602774-despairing-heart-rending-robert>.]

"Poetry Analysis: Blackberry Eating." __Helium__. 6 Feb. 2008. 1 June 2008 <[|http://www.helium.com/items/846367-galway-kinnell-poetrys-usefulness>.]

**Other Sources:** "Frost, Robert." __Micrsoft Encarta Reference Library__. CD-ROM. Microsoft, 2004. Kinnell, Galway. "Blackberry Eating." __Prentice Hall Literature__. Boston: Pearson Prentice Hall, 2005. 912-914. "Kinnell, Galway." __Microsoft Encarta Reference Library__. CD-ROM. Microsoft, 2004.

Volkman, Karren. "Poetry." __Microsoft Encarta Reference Library__. CD-ROM. Microsoft, 2004.

"Wallace, Stevens." __Microsoft Encarta Reference Library__. CD-ROM. Microsoft, 2004.