Monday, February 23, 2009

I really liked these poems. The background of the 1st author was interesting to me, that he worked in business, but also wrote poetry. I liked the poems, because usually poems are about nature, both natural and human, or reflection or extremely serious issues like death, war, and death again if your Emily Dickinson.
Money is funny because it can either be the most important thing in your life, either if you have none or have a lot of it. We judge almost everything by money. The paintings that we looked at today all had price tags on them and I thought it was interesting that some that were half the size of others sold for more, and others that had received prizes were worth more than others. So even art now has a value on it.
With all of the politics going on now about money, with the Stimulus plans, bailouts and the rest of the Apocalypse Now that everyone is going on about, money has become a bigger issue than anything else happening now. As soon as the market started to go south (which never made sense to me, because to me going south means warmth and I like warmth. But that is neither here nor there) everything else became a smaller issue. The War on Terror, foreign relations, and even the presidential elections took a seat on the bench.
The first poem was cool to me, because it used almost every saying or term for money. The second sounded like a Wall Street or big business owner watching the man from his office in a skyscraper. The contrast between him and the other man, how he felt that he had "roughed" it, but then realized that he only took some of his belongings with him and left others, while this man has nothing.

2 comments:

  1. Hey Josh, I really liked your interpretation of these poems. It is so true that everything revolves around money today, I mean even water cost money! Also,good relation of wall street guy looking down on main street. I think you should go into a political cartoon career, you seem to pick up on this stuff really fast.

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  2. Nice jab at Dickinson. The woman clearly had a death complex. I think "I heard a Fly buzz when I died" might be my favorite Dickinson death poem.

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