Moving onto poetry. I’m not a huge poetry buff but I think in order to run an art blog, it is necessary to cover as many forms of art as possible. Written form is used by many who need to express themselves artistically without paint, pencils, or instruments.
Everyone has some sort of poetry unit in high school literature class. I’m going to be honest, I didn’t take much away from it and I don’t remember how to write a haiku.
I took English 196 freshman year of college when I thought I wanted to be an English major. It didn’t work out because I’m not all that great at reading, but I did end up taking more away from this class than I did back in high school literature (although I still don’t know how to write a haiku). My favorite read from this class was the poetry unit.
Impact of Poetry
I think poetry has a way of reaching the soul and really making a person think. They are often left for the reader to interpret, which I love. My favorite poem is a love poem. Well, it’s more of a mourning poem but the sadness is a result of love.
When I first read Stop All The Clocks by W.H. Auden (see poem below), I wasn’t in the exciting, sunshine filled mindset that I am so blessed to be in now. I was feeling sad and this poem made me feel understood. It’s funny how words on a page can make a person feel so connected.
I’m sorry if you feel this is too personal, but I think that art is a very personal thing and if I’m going to take the liberty of talking about it with you then I am somewhat obligated to be willing to put my feelings out there. Art is a feeling, thought-provoking concept.
W.H. Auden’s Poem
Poetry is words on a page that are strategically put together to express a thought. W.H. Auden writes about the loss of a loved one. Whether it is a breakup, a death, etc. -it is never explicitly stated. I think why I love this poem so much is that losing someone is a normal, common, occurrence. Everyone experiences a loss at some point.
The exact wording seems to be referencing a death. For an English assignment in ENG196, a student went in front of the class and explained her interpretation. She was going through a break up at the time and connected heavily with this poem. I had the same experience and therefore felt connected to another person. I think it is so interesting that two people who have never talked before could read a piece of poetry and have the same interpretation.
All in all, I think this poem is worth a read. Even if it isn’t something you relate to in any way. Regardless it is a beautiful poem and W.H. Auden is worth reading.
Stop All The Clocks
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.