Zachary+Walls


 * (I know we went over this one in class but i've looked around and this seems like the perfect introduction)

**Introduction to Poetry** ||||  || code I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide
 * by [|Billy Collins] ||

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means. code ||

Louise Glück


 * [|A Myth of Devotion]**
 * **[|Persephone the Wanderer]** ||
 * **[|The Myth of Innocence]** ||

My Poetry

My poetry is a very flighty thing that can’t really be called on command. When it does finally get around to showing up (the lazy jerk) he finds the deeper meanings and floats them to the surface with flow. Poems like the Ghaza and the Ode caused it to rise to the task while the less then stimulating Sonnet didn’t seem high enough on his priorities. Poetry is something expressive that the world is better off with. My poetry is not necessarily a gateway to my soul but it is a door to a small part of my mind. It uses the rational thoughts and images to create something deeper. Something with more meaning then the truth, something personal to me that the whole world can somehow understand.

Time to me is a beautiful thing Time has no voice but still it can sing. Time Time the keeper of life the thing that move all morning and night, The winner of wars the healer of wounds the thing in this world that continues to move. Un burdened by morals, more cunning then man, a being above all the things our lives span. the bringer of life and all that it brings, The taker of life and all worldly things. Time will exist from beginning to end. Time is our enemy and our best friend.**
 * Ode** (it has a deep meaning.... it bruises easily don't hit it too much)
 * Ode To Time


 * Sonnet Amazing** ..... ( a draft attempt at a sonnet no real deep meaning to uncover.. no need to tie this to a chair)

Amazing is a simple complex word It simply says good but has no real what It can sound really bad until your heard All things are amazing even the muts Everything has the potential to shine From the rich and mighty up in their keep From the free humans to those in the grind To the poor and hungry down in the streets Are you one of the amazing ones too? Can you fly in the deep dark depths of space? Is it only the cows that can say moo I don’t know if I can ever keep pace But I’ll keep on till I run out of cake And in the end you are always first rate

Author of the Void
 * Thoughts -a Ghaza**

Unending un pau-sing plaguing thoughts. I cannot stop the gra-zing thoughts.

Every time I try to think a barrage of mercilessly things persists. I try stop them try to halt the terrible embra-cing thoughts.

They throw me into strangled fits of attempts to pick the correct one. The thought of how a game is played is strayed by other ga-ming thoughts.

The thoughts are limitlessly bound and I’m unable to make a sound But no matter how hard I try my strangled cries cannot pierce into the ra-cing thoughts.

I run and sit and stand and fall in attempts to sift through the brawl. They do not stop or halt or hold the cursed and endless ra-ging thoughts.

I move and move and sift and sift but the thoughts don’t seem to cease. They do not end or stop I cannot begin taming thoughts.

But when I finally find the thought that I was bound to find. Turns out someone thought a more amazing thought

My mind turns in a tuneless song trying to solidify its call Trying to finally fix the complex fading thought.

But when the end finally comes full circle It is revealed my thought an amazing thought

So when you see me sitting there please don’t call out Zachary or even call out Walls I think you thought I was in pain but then your thought about my thinking was at fault and disrupts my terrible amazing thoughts

___ Zachary Walls Analysis Essay Louise Glück

Louise Glück was born in New York City in 1943 and grew up on Long Island. She is the author of numerous books of poetry. The poems from her implant perfect images in the head. Her poem has a voice. You can hear a voice in the background reading right along with you in a demanding tone. Her poetry all seem to tell a story or continue stories but even when you read a continued story you feel as if you already knew everything. Louise Glück believes that the transition from adolescence to adult hood is irreversible. The change takes place more in the mind then in the body. In her poem “//The myth of innocence”// she wrote //“ The girl who disappears from the pool// // will never return. A woman will return, // // looking for the girl she was.” // It continues the story of Persephone, and as she struggles with the idea that she was abducted or if she willed this upon herself, if she who no longer ages chose this fate. Louise Glück set in place a feeling in one of her poems that seems to run through them all, in the Myth of Devotion it is stated the clearest. “// He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you // // but he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end you're dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true // .” In all her poems it seems to be true. Although Persephone life is over her existence never ends. She is not safe she is dead, nothing really can hurt her.

Louise brings up a point brought up in many different myths of how the mothers seem to control so many things. //In Persephone the wanderer// this line grabbed attention for this thought. // “She does know the earth // // is run by mothers, this much // // is certain. She also knows // // she is not what is called // // a girl any longer. Regarding // // incarceration, she believes // // she has been a prisoner since she has been a daughter.” // It demonstrates that mothers control everything their child does in many circumstances.