I Still Don't Get It...

Hello again, and it has only been a little over a week. I meant to do a couple of book reviews but never got around to them. If you're curious  the two titles where One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, and Rules of Civility. (Both have language and some adult themes.) But that is not why I am here today. Today I want to share a poem...that...I wrote...because it sounded like a good idea.

Recently at in my American Lit class we studied the Modernist poets. I studied them briefly in high school and I have to say something regarding them.

I still don't get it. 

If you only pay attention to the way the words sound together, its great, the Modernist poets put together some ground sounding lines, but as to actual meaning, DON'T ASK!!! I get analogies, and similes, and metaphors, and being vague so people can read different things into the poem, and therefore get a reflection on oneself, but Modernism is so vague I can't even begin to even point at a general thing that the author meant. I'm not saying it isn't an art form, I'm just here to testify I don't get it. 

One of the hardest ones to understand is e.e cummings. I respect him as an author and poet, and unlike last time I studied him, I was actually intriged by his idea of protraying emotion through grammar, so I wrote a poem mimicking his style. Don't get me wrong, I could never fool anyone into thinking he actually wrote a poem, the meaning of it is way to obvious, but I played around with grammar and language to try to portray an idea.

And like e.e. cummings, I didn't name the piece.

i see You are lost

in the Storm

You are scared You are are desperate You are confused 

                                         You are tired You are angry You are hopeless You are 

                                         lost lost lost lost lost

                                                                                                                 You are

alone

                                          You are shivering

                                                                      kneeling in the cold

                                                                                                 breathing whit puffs

You are standing now

                                          Hope?                                                               a light

                                         You see a light,You...take...a...slow...but...hope...filled...step

                                       but the Storm

                                                                                                       blows 

                                              white

                                                                                 snow

                                                          obscuring

                                                                                                                           the 

                                         dull

                                                                                             landscape 

and the light flickers

                                                                                                  disappears

                                        You fall down again

                                                              and are still

i pull the cover from my lamp to see that.

?i am alone 

And you better be pretty darned impressed, because it took me fifteen minutes to type it up with the funky way that I had arranged the sentences. Arranging the words in a weird order was quite a bit easier on paper.