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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Tolog Review: Selected Poems: 1965-1975

Selected Poems: 1965-1975
by Margaret Atwood
reviewed by Ella Kitt

Selected Poems: 1965-1975 by Margaret Atwood is an anthology of Atwood’s insightful and unembellished organic poetry. Throughout this selection, Atwood uses blunt language to create a lens through which readers can candidly observe raw human emotion. The use of a first-person narrative enables the reader to briefly enter into Atwood’s mind and view the world through her intensely perceptive eyes. She does an astounding job of depicting the beautiful and alluring aspects of life in conjunction with the utterly repulsive. Although her poems are thoroughly penetrating, Atwood seems to always leave room at the end for interpretation. Her style of writing does not force-feed information to the reader but rather gives the option to seek out the subtext within the poems.

While this book does not follow any specific plot, it is synthesized by the similar themes within Atwood’s poetry. She discusses all forms of life, such as animals and plants, with an immense amount of detail. These precise descriptions of something as ambiguous as the natural world add to the mysterious and eerie mood of her writing. Atwood puts a magnifying glass to the intangible with a central theme of isolation. Many of her characters alienate themselves from other people and eventually the world around them. This detachment leads to a sudden epiphany or introspective realization which highlights Atwood’s complex understanding of human relationships and emotions. 


The majority of characters present in her poems are women who have been hurt or exploited in some way. Atwood delves into the objectification of women, a highly relevant subject in today’s social climate. She gives a powerful yet brief description of a toxic and abusive relationship when she says “you fit into me/ like a hook into an eye/ a fish hook/ an open eye” (Atwood 141). The terseness of this poem makes the pain caused by the abusive dynamic almost palpable. Atwood does this in many of her poems which is what makes her writing so fantastically compelling. 


I would recommend this selection to young adults as it is extremely helpful in navigating and understanding human relationships. The intricacy of Atwood’s ideas conveyed in such concise language engrosses the reader in deep thought. This read is for those who want to gain a deeper understanding of the natural world and our emotional life within it.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Pooh fans?

It all started with the poem below (courtesy of poetry foundation.org).  Click here to listen to A.A. Milne reading from Winnie-the-Pooh in 1929.


Teddy Bear

BY A. A. MILNE
A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat
Which is not to be wondered at;
He gets what exercise he can
By falling off the ottoman,
But generally seems to lack
The energy to clamber back.
 
Now tubbiness is just the thing
Which gets a fellow wondering;
And Teddy worried lots about
The fact that he was rather stout.
He thought: “If only I were thin!
But how does anyone begin?”
He thought: “It really isn’t fair
To grudge me exercise and air.”
 
For many weeks he pressed in vain
His nose against the window-pane,
And envied those who walked about
Reducing their unwanted stout.
None of the people he could see
“Is quite” (he said) “as fat as me!”
Then, with a still more moving sigh,
“I mean” (he said) “as fat as I!”
 
Now Teddy, as was only right,
Slept in the ottoman at night,
And with him crowded in as well
More animals than I can tell;
Not only these, but books and things,
Such as a kind relation brings—
Old tales of “Once upon a time,”
And history retold in rhyme.
 
One night it happened that he took
A peep at an old picture-book,
Wherein he came across by chance
The picture of a King of France
(A stoutish man) and, down below,
These words: “King Louis So and So,
Nicknamed ʻThe Handsome’”! There he sat,
And (think of it!) the man was fat!
 
Our bear rejoiced like anything
To read about this famous King,
Nicknamed “The Handsome.” There he sat,
And certainly the man was fat.
Nicknamed “The Handsome.” Not a doubt
The man was definitely stout.
Why then, a bear (for all his tub)
Might yet be named “The Handsome Cub!”
 
“Might yet be named.” Or did he mean
That years ago he “might have been”?
For now he felt a slight misgiving:
“Is Louis So and So still living?
Fashions in beauty have a way
Of altering from day to day.
Is ʻHandsome Louis’ with us yet?
Unfortunately I forget.”
 
Next morning (nose to window-pane)
The doubt occurred to him again.
One question hammered in his head:
“Is he alive or is he dead?”
Thus, nose to pane, he pondered; but
The lattice window, loosely shut,
Swung open. With one startled “Oh!”
Our Teddy disappeared below.
 
There happened to be passing by
A plump man with a twinkling eye,
Who, seeing Teddy in the street,
Raised him politely to his feet,
And murmured kindly in his ear
Soft words of comfort and of cheer:
“Well, well!” “Allow me!” “Not at all.”
“Tut tut! A very nasty fall.”
 
Our teddy answered not a word;
It’s doubtful if he even heard.
Our bear could only look and look:
The stout man in the picture-book!
That “handsome” King—could this be he,
This man of adiposity?
“Impossible,” he thought. “But still,
No harm in asking. Yes I will!”

“Are you,” he said, “by any chance
His Majesty the King of France?”
The other answered, “I am that,”
Bowed stiffly, and removed his hat;
Then said, “Excuse me,” with an air,
“But is it Mr. Edward Bear?”
And Teddy, bending very low,
Replied politely, “Even so!”
 
They stood beneath the window there,
The King and Mr. Edward Bear,
And, handsome, if a trifle fat,
Talked carelessly of this and that. . . .
Then said His Majesty, “Well, well,
I must get on,” and rang the bell.
“Your bear, I think,” he smiled. “Good-day!”
And turned, and went upon his way.
 
A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wondered at.
But do you think it worries him
To know that he is far from slim?
No, just the other way about—
He’s proud of being short and stout.
A. A. Milne, “Teddy Bear” from The Complete Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh. Copyright © The Trustees of the Pooh Properties reproduced with permission of Curtis Brown Limited, London.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Book Spine Poetry: Amanda Furlong


In the Time of the Butterflies,
Wise women,
Searched for meaning,
And considered Jesus,
As the God of Small Things

Monday, March 4, 2013

Book Spine Poetry: "Journey of a Tolog"

"Journey of a Tolog"
by Charlotte Saydah

State of wonder, 
lost and found, 
unbroken, 
the last lecture, 
wait till next year.




Thursday, February 28, 2013

Book Spine Poetry: I am an emotional creature

"I am an emotional creature"

Bright young things lie in your face,
The twisted sisterhood lost, lost.
Lost and found in a different voice, 
The nature of life - 
no turning back.
I am an emotional creature.