Saturday, October 21, 2006
i think i have a tummy ache.
its back to basics.
no more sophisticated artwork
or fancy wordplay.
its just zero to infinity.
and its now or never.
here is a poem.take some time to read it.consider the effects and techniques.the power of the imagery and use of persona.maybe it'd strike you the way it did with me.
Richard Cory
by Edwin Arlington Robinson, 1869-1935
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him;
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
thought about it on 10:46 PM