Monday, September 10, 2012

Passion of an English Major, explained

I am of life: I live and breathe and think,
I feel. What else is there at all to say?
Is life a goal or daily quest? Does ink
on page define the passing of these days?
I yearn to write of all the scenes I see.
I crave to read the hearts of those who came
before and during my short life. I plea
to those who read my words: what great acclaim
is there to find in inky blood? I've tried
to speak with love and truth. What there, within,
speaks not alone of that which I've implied?
Can one relate to what I've said therein?
Yes, please do look within yourself and tell
me, kindly, what inside does live and dwell?


Here is one of my Shakesperean sonnets. The subject of the poem is myself. What can you learn about me form this poem? I intentionally leave out the 10th line separation to amplify part of the theme: information over several lines, because this is similar to my dialect: building on ideas with more ideas and continuing thoughts over a period of space.

The first two lines are my favorite. I am of life. That's all anyone is, of life. I downplay the idea of "living" with the following description of life: "I live and breathe and think, I feel." Is that all there is to life?

I like to play games. Video or otherwise, I make challenges into games or quests to complete hence the line "is life a goal or daily quest?" And what if all that life is good for is quantifying everything you've ever done. I write a lot, so the definition for my life very well may be what I have written. Hence the separated line "Does ink on page define the passing of these days?" Notice the use of the word days. All of life is a continuation of day after day. Rather than years, I focus on the singular days. LIVE IN THE MOMENT is a slight theme of this line.

Whenever I go somewhere, I'm always thinking about writing down my experiences like a narrative. Every "scene I see" is another chapter for the autobiography in my head. And with so many works to read, how can I ever finish them all? There are so many incredible books and authors I want to read about, but even if I spend every waking second reading for the rest of my life, it is unlikely I will read everything I want to. This is why I emphasize life as being short in the 7th line. And since life is short, "I plea". What do I plea? I plea to anyone that reads me works to find the deeper theme in my poems. What great acclaim have I made in INKY BLOOD. I pour a great detail into anything I write, particularly poetry. So the blood is symbolic of the effort put into everything I write. It's essentially a part of my being. 

But of course, what's the point of writing something if no one ever relates to it? "Can one relate to what I've said therein?" What does this say about me? I like to relate to people. I enjoy talking to people on an intellectual level and maybe, just maybe they'll understand where I come from with whatever I'm talking about.

The last two lines, as any in a poem should be, are the most important lines. What can you learn from me based on the last two lines alone? the simply answer is that I enjoy hearing other people's stories. I like to know what makes a person "tick", what dreams do they have, what thoughts parade through their minds? What is it that lives and dwells in the depths of a person's being. This is who I am: someone that wants to learn about others lives. This relates to by hobby of "people watching", seeing how people interact in social situations. I do not impose upon the people I watch, but rather quietly observe. "tell me, kindly...." I'm not demanding, I'm asking politely for the reader to tell me about themselves.

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