Hello, all. In this blog post, I will be creating a "Found Poem" using pieces of my first draft of my Narrative Project. In it, I'll be also experimenting with different kinds of subgenres to compose the piece. They are listed below. Enjoy!
Section 1: Found Poetry Genres Used: Cut-up, Cento, and Erasure In the Darkness of Night A Saturday night 8:00 or 9:00 Shopping at the mall with a friend of mine She and I spent the entire day walking My feet felt sore and achy Pain radiating up my lower legs I started for the exit Thinking the chilly night air would remedy the discomfort in my feet I was greeted by a comfortably-cool breeze That had swept through me Caressing my body taking in the beautiful air closing my eyes opened my eyes the sky was pitch black the streetlights all across the parking lot gave the night air a brownish-orange hue There were small wet puddles of water Scattered all over the ground and pavement As well as little droplets of water Scattered all across the exteriors of the vehicles That had crowded the parking lot As it had rained earlier that day I love the rain I love being out at night. I saw Ayesha emerge from the mall Carrying an array of large shopping bags in her hands She and I began walking toward her red Kia Rio making what had to have been a less-than-three-minute walk feel more like a thirty as the more steps I took the more labored they've become and the more laborious my steps the more it felt like I couldn't take another As soon as Ayesha unlocked her car doors I immediately pulled open the front passenger side door and took my seat "Are you gonna be okay in here?" asked Ayesha. "Yeah! Oh, yeah," I immediately and confidently affirmed. "Okay, I'll be right back." She then closed the car door I watched her as she walked back into the mall Once she disappeared into the building that's when I felt completely alone… In a frightening sense I was alone But there were mall patrons and shoppers all around me Going in and out of their vehicles and in and out the mall Some of whom were also carrying shopping bags I could hear very faint conversations taking place as people were walking But that was it And did little to nothing to ease the fear that was slowly racing through my body like a vicious wild virus It was silence Eerie silence It was dark in here Eerie darkness So silent you could hear a spider slowly climbing up a wall I heard a small thud I instantly felt chills going up my spine I asked myself "Was I really going to be okay in here alone?" I like being in the dark But I'm afraid of being in the dark "What if there's a ghost in here? Am I going to be attacked by the ghost? It is too dark and quiet in here!" The windows were shut All of them I pressed the button below the window next to me to open it Nothing happened I unlocked and opened the door The light comes on But the open-door chime is nonstop And gets more and more annoying by the micro-second What if there's a carjacker nearby? I shut the door Darkness My paranoia reached its peak point I finally stepped out the vehicle I power-walked back into the mall Ayesha was just exiting it Section 2: Reflection (The following will all be discussed in a vlog I'll be covering in the very-near future.) Q: Do you think the narrative provides enough descriptive language to create a compelling found poem? A: YES! Most definitely! Q: Do you think the descriptive language more so creates a setting or delivers the subtext of a theme? A: I think both. In my opinion, I've utilized so much description and description of senses that I feel I've made it possible to create a setting and delivered on the subtext of being afraid of the dark I've depicted in both the narrative and the piece of poetry I've created above. Q: In revision, will you focus on using description to develop more of the setting or more of a theme? A: I plan to; yes.
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Sabatino
10/15/2018 02:12:33 pm
I am happy to see you using found poetry as part of your revision process. How did it feel to compose this poem? First time using this genre?
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Amir
10/16/2018 06:44:17 am
Yes, this is my first time using this type a genre (particularly writing a poem using prose) and so far I am finding it really interesting.
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10/15/2018 07:18:57 pm
What did you find to be the hardest about doing this assignment, or was it easy to you?
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Amir
10/16/2018 06:46:37 am
I would say it was both easy and hard in a sense that it was "easy" because this draft of my Narrative Project has WAY more than enough content that I needed to work with so creating the actual poem wasn't the problem. The "hard" part was just staying committed to it, really, as when I was working on this I got rather tired, yet I didn't want to take a break because I wanted to get it done all at once and I like to consider myself to be a diligent worker. But other than that, that was the only challenge, really.
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Sabatino
10/19/2018 11:20:22 am
Nice dialogue emerging here.
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Soumiya
10/22/2018 05:59:56 pm
I loved this poem, I thought it was great and super detailed. I felt like I can really feel what you were feeling. Nice one.
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