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Buqqui:thanks sister, we are ur students, |
to my partner, I say a BIG THANK YOU SIR Professor Yuzjet. |
Before I sign out as my partner, I will add to what he said. Some may fail, but the very fact an attempt has been made seems to me a positive to set against mortality. With his observation, I seem to be moving into the realm of general meanings myself, but perhaps that's because I believe that everythings about Poetry is important enough to deserve its capital P after all. Till the next class, thanks, donifez, Gloria, buqqi, Qaisar and others. Long live NPC!!! Goodnight |
donifez:thanks for the observation, we will be glad to learn always from you sir. |
Qaisar1:as poets, we value our words, we see them as our coins, our codes, our symbols etc, it is only a poet that can derive another theme from your poem. When my partner was writing this, he had one thing in his mind, 'the bulb'. But as poets, we must learn to look at other poets' works with different eyes. |
'Incandescence with tungsten'. For every revolution, there must be some materials/agents that were used to make the revolution a success. In every light bulb, there is an emission of electromagnetic radiation (including visible light) from a hot body as a result of its temperatures. Towards independence, the Likes of Obafemi Awolowo, Amodu Bello, Nnamdi Azikwe and others played a role in helping Nigeria gain her independence. Let's assume Obafemi Awolowo was the electromagnetic radiation. Amodu Bellow was the hot body, and Nnamdi Azikwe was the temperature. Now, the result of their roles brought the independence which is the "light bulb". 'Slaughter the darkness'. Yes. Who doesn't know that the independence brought a lot of freedom to Nigeria as a whole? Sending the colonial masters back to their nation is the killing of darkness on this nation's cloud. Who will disagree with me? |
'With my eyes becomes dysfunctional'. The invasion of the white to our nation muted many activities of our cultures and traditional behaviours which led us to embrace civilisation of the west. 'With life metamorphose widely dark'. Life becomes strange with the changes and transformation of minds. In embracing the western culture we are not meant to neglect our own. We can't cope with many of their standards. Taking a good look at international monetary markets, for example: $1=#250 (stands to be corrected). This really shows that we're living in the dark, while pretending it's okay! |
donifez:welcome prof. Donifez. |
From Yuzjet, we have: The Light Bulb As the darkness flow into the world For the disappearance of a fount wide ray With my eyes becomes dysfunctional With life metamorphose widely dark Like the inside grave of hell bound sinner Show courtesy to science. Incandescence with tungsten Slaughter the darkness For the beautiful light has come. |
Last class was all about the Poetry Themes which were based on the topic 'Using object in Poetry'. Objects in poetry give more themes. But tonight, the topic for the class will be tagged 'Using objects in poetry Part 3'. |
enter the class together with a very handsome guy, beautiful dentition. Very genius guy. "Hello class! Here stands with me my dear partner, Prof Yuztet, we will be driving tonight's class together. Please give him a round of applause." |
JigsawKillah:I can't understand. I'm not good in understanding puzzle sir |
JigsawKillah:how do u mean sir |
JigsawKillah:go on, I'm enjoying this... |
yuzjet:thanks professor Yuzjet, now I remember |
JigsawKillah:what question sir? |
Rush into the class, sit beside yuzjet |
Yahoo1:as good as Andriano is, Alive is better |
Neymar was fantastically bad yesterday. Rakitic and white winch were out of it. Messi was phenomenon yesterday, our defence were better...thank God we won |
In the next 3 hours we will be out of this misery.... |
texanomaly:Because you are out there, teaching, explaining and reading to the students. You are one of my mentors here.... |
firestar:what are you trying to say here sir? what is the title of this poem? Title it, it will surely give the readers more understanding. |
Now, everyone should rewrite his poem adding what discussed today to the poem. I think, for today, I will call it a day, till the next class, be blessed |
Am I communicating? |
[b] The main themes being that of the upcoming rise of Woman’s rights with ‘We are shelves, we are Tables,’ highlighting the view held by men in society at that time of women as purely domestic objects and it is also laced with echoes of the birth of her first child. ‘Overnight, very Whitely, discretely’ resembles the sensation (or rather lack thereof) of the moment of conception. The use of the Mushroom metaphor fits perfectly with the image of a pregnant woman. 'Nobody sees us, Stops us’ remarks on the two things, the fact that it is often not until late into the pregnancy that it becomes obvious that one is pregnant and two, babies have a habit of slipping past us unnoticed. ‘Soft fists’ is surely alluding to the kicks the mother feels during pregnancy. 'Earless and eyeless, Perfectly voiceless,’ is another beautiful reference to the growing foetus. ‘We Diet on water, On crumbs of shadow,’ refers to the reality that the baby is nourished through what the mother is eating and generally the mother’s diet changes during pregnancy. Most mothers I am sure would recognise the line relating to the birth of their child with ‘Widen the crannies, Shoulder through holes.’ The lines 'Bland-mannered, asking Little or nothing’ convey the seemingly effortless ease in which babies survive. 'We shall by morning Inherit the earth’ suggests that eventually the young will grow and take over the earth.[/b] |
use of alliteration, assonance, symbolism, internal rhyme and repetition. This obsessive compulsive’s delight is written with the sharp clean structured precision of a surgeon. At first glance “Mushrooms” has all the trademarks of the perfect terrorist broadcast al-Qa’iada would aspire to have read out by Osama Bin- Laden to cast fear in the hearts of their enemies, with it’s quietly menacing slow yet rhythmic flow. (Although one feels that if the Taliban had used a similar message, I would be well on my way to studying the Koran!) Like many poems it can be interpreted in countless different ways; with ‘Mushrooms, ’ Plath has merged several ideas (the Cold War, the atom bomb, depression to name but a few) into a single theme. |
Mushrooms Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, Even the paving. Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless, Perfectly voiceless, Widen the crannies, Shoulder through holes. We Diet on water, On crumbs of shadow, Bland-mannered, asking Little or nothing. So many of us! So many of us! We are shelves, we are Tables, we are meek, We are edible, Nudgers and shovers In spite of ourselves. Our kind multiplies: We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot's in the door. Sylvia Plath |
A useful poem to discuss, which shows the possibilities of this technique, is Sylvia Plath's 'Mushrooms’, which interestingly was itself written as an exercise. Now let's study the poem and see how Plath manages to create a voice for the mushrooms that sounds convincing, and also what else the poem might be about. |
Consider whether your object has all the senses or whether it is deaf or blind and what kind of 'character' your object has, for instance if it is aggressive, friendly or lonely. the surreal of this exercise is also useful in creating 'anew the universe'. |
I follow up the initial exercise described last week by asking everyone to extend his or her imaginative engagement with his or her object by giving it a voice, that is re-writing your poem you wrote last week in the first person from your object's perspective. To help you find a way in, I suggest thinking about a ‘Day in the life' of your object, visualizing where it spends its time, how it is used, etc. |
Quickly I moved into the class, with my Indian attire, lots of books folded with my left hand to my left side. 'Good evening class!' we will commence from where we stopped last week. USING OBJECTS IN POETRY |
Good sign, in fact it is a very good sign. we go beat them well. |