Thursday, January 7, 2010

Blog for Friday 1/8/10

I guess I must be emotionless, because every readers response I have read about Carver's "Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-second Year" is that it is "one of the most touching poems I have ever felt," and another reader wrote "In this poem Carver provides us with a beautifully touching slice of life that is not only flawless in writing and technique, but that connects and emotionally evokes feelings that are universal in all readers." which I found on 123helpme.com and Americanpoems.com. Here are my thoughts about this poem, and since i don't know anything about Carver, I would say that he lost his father when he was a young child, this poem is reflecting on a picture of his father pretty soon before his death, which I would believe was cause by alcohol. Thus the comment on how he can't hold his liquor well either, but even though he didn't get to experience things with his dad, like going to the local watering holes to learn to fish, he forgives his dad and still "loves" him. Like I said I wasn't too moved by this poem but that is what I think about it, and I didn't want to research to see if I was right. But I may......

Ok, well now lets talk about this whole stanza thing was about.... well the first line talks about peoples faces appearing, but where do they go they never disappear back into the crowed, are all faces the same to him, or are the faces even able to be made out. The ";" in the stanza is supposed to mean that both lines are equal, thus the leaves on this black branch have some sort of importance. To me I would be like what the hell is a tree doing down in a metro station, it would be nice if this writer wasn't on acid when he wrote this (just a guess) but i think maybe he is referring to the contrast of an occurrence of many people and then in my mind the elegance of nature and the tranquility of a rain shower on pedals of a tree..
that paragraph might make as much sense as the actual poem but i defiantly ranted a little bit

I did try to read Daddy, by sylvia Plath's but i gave up at least 4 times trying to read... so I really don't have much to say on it, although i did read that it was about Nazis.... oh well guess we can talk more about that one tomorrow so i can understand it and maybe attempt to read it again

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