by Kim Addonizio
I know my friend is going,
though she still sits there
across from me in the restaurant,
and leans over the table to dip
her bread in the oil on my plate; I know
how thick her hair used to be,
and what it takes for her to discard
her man’s cap partway through our meal,
to look straight at the young waiter
and smile when he asks
how we are liking it. She eats
as though starving—chicken, dolmata,
the buttery flakes of filo—
and what’s killing her
eats, too. I watch her lift
a glistening black olive and peel
the meat from the pit, watch
her fine long fingers, and her face,
puffy from medication. She lowers
her eyes to the food, pretending
not to know what I know. She’s going.
And we go on eating.
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TPCASTT analysis
Title: When I first saw the title it felt like the poem was going to talk about
a special friend who would always be available to have a meal with anytime.
Also a poem talking about a special friend who always their mext seat
available for me all the time.
Paragraph: Well the poem itself wasn't divided in stanzas so analizing
stanzas were difficult. So I analized the whole poem. The poem is
describing about a friend who the author knows very well and is talking
about her friend from head to toe. The amazing part about this poem is
that the friend also knows that the author knows her really well and is
embarrased. It made me think about my best friends and their
personalities and their reactions.
Connotation:
Imagery: Throughout the whole poem Kim gave me the best
description of what her friend is acting and eating. I liked when Kim
described how her friend was dipping her bread into her oil on her plate.
Deconnotation/Connotation: The last sentence 'And we go on eating.'
contains both. The connotation is that they continue their friendship
with her friend and gets to know her more. And the literal meaing
saying they continued their meal.
Attitude: It seemed like the author was speaking through the
poem as if she is reminiscing her old friend who may have passed away or
has been concealed deep within the past. It seemed really calm and quiet, somewhat
sad in times.
Shifts: It flows smoothly throughout the whole poem except for a slight part
in line 11. The shift works from how the nice looking waiter asked if the food
was nice and connects smoothly to what her friend was eating. The poem
amazingly flows like a pure colorless river from the peak of the mountain
til it meets the ocean.
Title: After the poem the title gives me a strong impact on how important
friendship can become. Not only can it build the trust within each other, but
can also know each other from inside out. The title gave me another point
of view of how I should specialize my friendship with others.
Theme: 'Memories last forever, but moments leave.' Kim emphasizing the
specialness of moments and the memory that it leaves. ( so touching and deep ^^)
2008년 2월 23일 토요일
2008년 2월 13일 수요일
No Loser, No Weeper
No Loser, No Weeper by Maya Angelou
" I hate to lose something," then she bent her head,
"even a dime, I wish I was dead. I can't explain it. No more to be said.
'Cept I hate to lose something.
"I lost a doll once and cried for a week.
She could open her eyes, and do all but speak.
I believe she was took, by some doll-snatching sneak.
I tell you, I hate to lose something.
"A watch of mine once, got up and walked away.
It had twelve on it and for the time of day.
I'll never forget it and all I can say is I really hate to lose something.
"Now if I felt that way 'bout a watch an a toy,
What you think I feel 'bout my lover-boy?
I ain't threatening you, madam, but he is my evenings joy.
And I mean I really hate to lose something."
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TPCASSTT analysis
Title: 'No Loser, No Weeper' seemed like it was talking about the writer
tries her hard not to be a loser and a weeper. Some kind of strong sense
describing that she will never be a loser nor a weeper.
Paraphase: The first stanza is gave me the idea that this person does
not like losing something, even a little dime. The second and third stanza
adds on the idea of being extremely upset about losing one of her
special things. Last, the fourth stanza writes about her 'lover-boy'
stolen away from her by her 'madam' who seems to be her master (mistress).
And the whole poem expresses her lose about all her properties and even her
love from the world because of racism.
Connotation - 1) personification : 'A watch of mine once, got up and walked away.
It had twelve on it and for the time of the day.'
2)oxymoron: 'I wish I was dead.'
3)denotation: 'I really hate to lose something.'
Attitude - The attitude of the author about this poem seems
straightfoward and strong. Maya Angelou seems to be straighfoward about
her opinion towards racism her people(blacks) were going through.STRONG!
Shifts - The first stanza starts with a smooth tone along with her soothing
talk about her sensitivity of losing a little thing. And as the poem goes
on her tone gets stronger and stronger as she talks about stuffs that she lost
was very important and special to her. Her last line of the last stanza,
'And I mean I really hate to lose something.' gave me a clear point
that all her life she lost all the precious things from the world and
could never get them back.
Title - After I read the title of the poem I could get a sense that Maya Angelou
wanted to give an impact to us that she will no longer lose anything and
be upset over it. Through the title Maya shown us that she will stand tall and strong
over her lose.
Theme - I think the poem is crying for african - american rights in another way
for Maya Angelou. And to us it relates that everybody has their own right
to take care over their property and claim it theirs. So we should not
take nor steal it from a person you think deserves less, because everybody
has given their equal rights.
" I hate to lose something," then she bent her head,
"even a dime, I wish I was dead. I can't explain it. No more to be said.
'Cept I hate to lose something.
"I lost a doll once and cried for a week.
She could open her eyes, and do all but speak.
I believe she was took, by some doll-snatching sneak.
I tell you, I hate to lose something.
"A watch of mine once, got up and walked away.
It had twelve on it and for the time of day.
I'll never forget it and all I can say is I really hate to lose something.
"Now if I felt that way 'bout a watch an a toy,
What you think I feel 'bout my lover-boy?
I ain't threatening you, madam, but he is my evenings joy.
And I mean I really hate to lose something."
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TPCASSTT analysis
Title: 'No Loser, No Weeper' seemed like it was talking about the writer
tries her hard not to be a loser and a weeper. Some kind of strong sense
describing that she will never be a loser nor a weeper.
Paraphase: The first stanza is gave me the idea that this person does
not like losing something, even a little dime. The second and third stanza
adds on the idea of being extremely upset about losing one of her
special things. Last, the fourth stanza writes about her 'lover-boy'
stolen away from her by her 'madam' who seems to be her master (mistress).
And the whole poem expresses her lose about all her properties and even her
love from the world because of racism.
Connotation - 1) personification : 'A watch of mine once, got up and walked away.
It had twelve on it and for the time of the day.'
2)oxymoron: 'I wish I was dead.'
3)denotation: 'I really hate to lose something.'
Attitude - The attitude of the author about this poem seems
straightfoward and strong. Maya Angelou seems to be straighfoward about
her opinion towards racism her people(blacks) were going through.STRONG!
Shifts - The first stanza starts with a smooth tone along with her soothing
talk about her sensitivity of losing a little thing. And as the poem goes
on her tone gets stronger and stronger as she talks about stuffs that she lost
was very important and special to her. Her last line of the last stanza,
'And I mean I really hate to lose something.' gave me a clear point
that all her life she lost all the precious things from the world and
could never get them back.
Title - After I read the title of the poem I could get a sense that Maya Angelou
wanted to give an impact to us that she will no longer lose anything and
be upset over it. Through the title Maya shown us that she will stand tall and strong
over her lose.
Theme - I think the poem is crying for african - american rights in another way
for Maya Angelou. And to us it relates that everybody has their own right
to take care over their property and claim it theirs. So we should not
take nor steal it from a person you think deserves less, because everybody
has given their equal rights.
2008년 1월 25일 금요일
What I Learned From My Mother
by Julia Kasdorf
I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole
grieving household, to cube home-canned pears
and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewing even if I didn’t know
the deceased, to press the moist hands
of the living, to look in their eyes and offer
sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease
awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once
you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,
the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
These days I was thinking a lot about all the things that I am thankful of. And this poem made me think over
my mom who taught me everything, since from the very beginning when I first learned how to walk. This poem expressed the very feeling that I had towards her. The very feelings I had filled with thankfulness and peace I had in her presence. I would always go up to her whenever I have a problem with a troubled relationships with my close friends. There is no one than my mom who knows exactly what I need. I love my mom!
I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole
grieving household, to cube home-canned pears
and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewing even if I didn’t know
the deceased, to press the moist hands
of the living, to look in their eyes and offer
sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease
awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once
you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,
the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
These days I was thinking a lot about all the things that I am thankful of. And this poem made me think over
my mom who taught me everything, since from the very beginning when I first learned how to walk. This poem expressed the very feeling that I had towards her. The very feelings I had filled with thankfulness and peace I had in her presence. I would always go up to her whenever I have a problem with a troubled relationships with my close friends. There is no one than my mom who knows exactly what I need. I love my mom!
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