critique 2

I think that Haiku, and Senryu as a form of poetry can be interesting in many ways. There are some things about Senryu that are very interesting and more variable than the Haiku, but I think that my favorite thing about these forms is the several forms of bastardization of this poetry. Haiku and Senryu are great styles for poetic humor and slight changing of the rules. Maybe instead of 5, 7, 5 lining, you have 3 or 4 at the end, but I think that these poems are great when focused on a specific theme. The best Haiku sequences I have read were off a hippie jam band forum that my friend sent me over thanksgiving, they were all ridiculously inappropriate but still well written. My favorite one was about a hippie who was dosed on acid during thanksgiving, when they carve the turkey, it appears still alive to the hallucinating hippie. This was something that showed me a very funny and interesting dynamic for a simple form of poetry like the haiku.

Exercise 7

In the back of a dimly lit cigar bar, the sound of the New Orleans Saints is barely audible over the cries of countless people ooh-ing and ah-ing. People sit and draw up clouds of heavy smoke as the disappointment over the game ebbs and flows, we know that the home team is under the gun, and a win seems very unlikely. The only other recognizable noise is the clink and clank of pool balls banking off rails and rolling down tracks back into the pool table housing. As two gentleman continually run the pool table like it's their job, a challenger throws his quarters down and takes his place at the table. Long shots bounce off the table and into the pockets, as the crowd moans and groans. The game looks to be over, a bang from the pool table rings and the crowd sighs and hollers. somebody shouts out, "Ok, everybody go home now." It's all over, football is done for the night, six picks and a few plays later, it's finished. Two men shake hands, the challenger has won, and a loss is notched for the home team.

critique 4

Perhaps the thing that scares me most about graduating is the fact that I will be thrust into the real world to find an actual job that will kickstart my career. Finding a job shouldn't be too difficult though, thanks to technology...
Technology is a scary thing though. Future employers can view everything that you have ever posted or someone has posted about you in less than a day. Scary, huh?  Despite how creepy this is, the creepiest thing about the future to me is robots... What if people become so over-involved and consumed by societal issues and triviality, that they in fact are nothing more than mere robots. I have never really been that interested in technology but, the threat it poses to society in our more and more technologically advanced lives, frightens me.

exercise 11

Living down here I see a lot of strange people. The sad old man with the hat who wears an advertisement sign like a coat. The insane homeless man who screams at himself while sitting on the ground by the shell station. These people are the extreme cases, there are many more just like them, only maybe just a little bit more sane. There are a whole bunch of whoadies everywhere in New Orleans, sometimes I hear them hollering, "Sayy, boh! ya gotta Joe?", but sometimes they just walk around and flash the golden freckling in their dentals. But really though, most people who live in New Orleans are crazy, or at least as nuts as me, thats why I follow this quote when I assess who's really a crazy person, "just cuz ya got gold teeth, that don't make ya the enemy. Everybody with dreads, they ain't down for the cause". So basically, you can't just judge somebody on how ridiculous they look down here, well you can, but you might be sorely mistaken. Also don't trust nobody who tells you they have a gun in their waist, if they had one they wouldn't be needin' to tell you about it. And if they do have one, you're supposed to keep it in your glovebox.

Exercise 9- Recollection of things I never knew

Walking down the street, never mind that. Instead, it started out me driving down Freret. Parking, locking the car, getting out. Then I head inside the house, and throw my keys down, take a sip of some whiskey and coke, and announce, "My keys are staying here tonight!".
     Down we ride to St. Claude, Saturn Bar, Dragons Den, Saturn Bar, Corner-store....
Ride back home.....Clouds, weird smells, scrapes and cuts. Cuts and scrapes, and keys, lots of keys.
Hieroglyphics and strange symbols etched into my dented Sonata. Who done it? I don't know, but they aren't great at drawing.

exercise 8- freewriting

    Stranded in another country, some people might call that a nightmare but for others that might be a vacation. Dec 3rd 2012, right in the middle of Argentina but not really sure what city you are in. Couldn't be Buenos Aires, no not big enough. A suburb maybe? Well that's not the point.
    
   Walking around, there are people everywhere, people shouting, shaking people down. Paranoia is at a peak, the world is going to end you know, somehow that's what people want to know. Traveling to South America to see the ruins of great Earth, in its last of days. The planet may not explode but its going to be kaput real soon. Everybody's talking about it, and you're here stranded in foreign lands. By yourself, but being alone isn't so bad if the worlds going to end.

Straight to the nearest cliff on a valley to watch the world go out, that's a show that you've gotta pay your whole life to get a prime seat.

Atwood's poem, this is a photograph of me uses an interesting technique. Because this title describes to us an image we get to read or hear what the writer wants us to. When I was doing my poem modeled off of it, I felt as if I had control over exactly how the audience viewed it. They didn't know what the photograph looked like, so description let them know what it was exactly. Describing a situation for someone is an interesting topic for writing, you can never be sure if the story is fictional or just so unbelievable but still true. especially in poetry, because interpretation gives the story more presence and reality.