Monday, September 22, 2008

Letters to Wendy's vs. Defence of Poetry

In “a Defence of Poetry”, Shelley wants the readers to see the language of poetry at its most basic point.  This idea correlates with the basic stream of consciousness that is presented in “Letters to Wendy’s”.  Shelley describes poetry as manipulating or imagining alternatives to reasonable thinking.  Both voices being discussed either stress or identify the need for creative, original thought, compiled with everyday reason and consideration, to create unique poetry.

            “In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry… Every original language near to its source is in itself the chaos of a cyclic poem.” (Shelley 51).  This statement is saying before language became over processed, nearly everything was a poem.  The original coupling of words creates poetry in its most basic form.  This idea translates well to “Letters to Wendy’s”.  In Wenderoth’s collection of poetry the reader sees only a stream of consciousness.  Basic descriptions, commonly felt emotions, and basic imagery one would see in a Wendy’s, are all presented in their purest form.  There have been no proceeding models for this type of poetry, therefore the basic sculpting of words, in this situation, is poetry.
             Everyone with mental capability can support reasonable thought, a poet takes that reason and alters it with individual influence, and from there creates an abstract line of thought.  “Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be ‘the expression of the imagination’” (Shelley 49).  This defines what the reader gains from “Letters to Wendy’s”; Wenderoth’s poetry takes a conventional aspect of everyday life, Wendy’s, and approaches it with artistic imagination.  This exemplifies Shelley’s point, as poets, the only way to create interesting, inspiring art, is to take that everyday fast-food restaurant and present it the world through a different lens.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Seasonal Depression.

I put on a coat as I begin to feel heat deprivation.
Being warm is the only thing I can think of.
How quickly it is gone, no more sunlight.
I have heard these cigarettes kill,
I do believe only I control me.
It's my vice, I need a fix now.

What makes me need one now?
Only I know the true meaning of deprivation.
I do believe only I control me.
Look where I am now, this I never dreamed of.
Who did I step on?  Who did I kill?
God damn, where is the sunlight?

It's funny how we long for sunlight,
especially right now.
Look around, there is no one left to kill.
Loosing Love and Family, I do know deprivation.
That's the man everyone knows of.
I do believe only I control me.

I'm bigger now, look at me.
Open your eyes, I've brought the sunlight.
My power is not something I knew of,
I am aware now.
I strangled your wealth, oxygen deprivation.
I swear I didn't mean to kill.

Does anyone ever mean to kill?
Can you look in the mirror and say good thing him, not me?
That's what we call soul deprivation.
Can you even see the mirror without sunlight?
I'm here to open the window, but not now.
Let me show you what I'm made of.

No one knows the truth or what I speak of.
The eyes of the world are set to kill.
We need change, are you ready?  Are you ready now?
I do believe only I control me.
Break down the wall, show them the sunlight.
Were here to develop, not provide deprivation.

Deprivation of
sunlight, kill
me now.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Dear Christopher Columbus,

Well, well, well, isn't this interesting?  Of all people to be giving out lessons on morality, why not the ignorant, Italian explorer, that can't tell the difference between India and the Caribbean?  Well Sir, I can see a banter of back forth finger pointing will not solve anything.  The only way to establish who has brought more ill will into the world is to study history.  Let's begin with that fateful journey in 1492, how many people died because of your selfish need to explore?  How many innocent "Indian" lives were sacrificed for no just cause?  You are an abomination of a human being.  To you people are pawns in your chess board of life.  The only crime I am guilty of is supplying middle America with reliable, inexpensive, everyday items.  Criticize all you, Columbus, but one day your dark past will over shadow your less than impressive discoveries.

Sincerely,
Walmart Smiley