Author Archives: soundandwhisper

My views on writing before class could be classified as any normal student that doesn’t have much of an interest in perusing a career in writing or literature. Although I have always enjoyed writing on topics that interest me, like … Continue reading →

Born in New York and lived in Union City NJ. Merwin’s father was a Presbyterian minister. When Merwin was young her wrote hymns in the expectation that they would be sung in church. He attended Princeton at the young age … Continue reading →

As you live it up I’m tryin to stay alive. I’m tryin to dream, but the droning noise white Noise. Black noise It’s 4:20 in the morning Again. that noise should bake itself into a. slow. lackadaisical. death. or at … Continue reading →

W.S Merwin video/poetry reading. W.S Merwin’s position in the public eye is interesting. From the interview it is clear that he was reluctant to accept this offer, but felt that it was of great importance that he do so. Influences … Continue reading →

Notes: Jeffery Harrison~The Name of Things First thing noticed is that the first half of this poem is happy, and the second half has a morbid turning point. Incredibly descriptive, especially in the area of color. Making connection between simplicities … Continue reading →

Notes: Paul Laurence Dunbar~Theology Epigram Competitive Marching band to Greenwood!!! No form Very wicked humor, justifying the existence of Hell based on a dislike for those living around him “for ever”- why did the poet say this instead of a … Continue reading →

What’s the best way to spread a disease? Over good food of coarse With good company That’s a must Juicy aromas of sickness and sweet meat Home cooked recipes for disaster The sweetest deserts, delicious temptations That’s what small towns … Continue reading →

Notes: Rita Dove~ Fox Trot Friday Fox  Trot is a dance Nat King Cole is a musician, the comparison of a satin smile to satin sheets. Lifting pearls would compare to lifting worries or cares, as well as tuck in … Continue reading →

Who you are is part of me And now as this storm approaches, it’s ominous shades Of uncertainty Gloating at them from a far And I saw that room, cold and baren Your melody giving it brilliant color He never … Continue reading →

Notes:  Bob Hicok~ Making it in Poetry Irony in the last line “Because/ I write poems/ I said.” The answer to the questions asked by the teller is ironic becuase they have the same answer, this tells us what the … Continue reading →