First up, we have a response to Chino's poem:
Chino's Blog: http://totheenderstronghold.blogspot.com/
First of all, I really enjoyed your use of a modernist poem,
it is from a period I am rather fond of, and because I don’t believe I have the
same knack for analyzing them that you seem to possess, I found your analysis
very interesting. The really amazing
thing, for me at least, with modernist poems, is that you can be absolutely
sure that every single word means something, and that something is debatable,
which can lead to several different meanings for different people.
The people in the crowds of the metro have indeed lost the
life in themselves, because life isn't supposed to be a set routine, it needs
to be changing and always varied, such repetition is suited only for machines
at best, and that is what these people are becoming. No, wait, they’re becoming less than that,
they are the shades of the people that once were, and that must mean that they
were once alive. And the only thing that’s
sadder than not having something as valuable as life is having that life and
then losing it. And yes, while I believe
that the water is this poem serves more to enhance the melancholy of the scene,
I still find it refreshing because it is nature, even if it is a dismal
presentation of one. Though the bough
too has lost its life, much like the people in the station once had and lost
their own. It contrasts the
philosophical loss of life that the people experience with the near actual loss of life of the branch
itself.
Overall, I found the poem and your analysis of it
fascinating, and moreover, it reminded me of why I like modernist works so
much, because of the value of every word and the variable presentations they
can make to different individuals.
And now to Jane:
http://clippyscorner.blogspot.com/
I think you sell yourself a bit short when you say that you
have found no deeper meaning of the poem, sure, there’s no great metaphysical ideology,
but I think that’s the point of the work.
The words tell of the cat’s actions, but it is really the cadence of the
poem that fully envelopes you into the situation.
Through the cadence and the rhythm of the of the poem you
get a sense of not just the bland actions of the cat, but a feel for the actual
movements in a way that is often understood only by those who have been around
cats for a great while. While I can say that
I share no great love for cats (I fear that they and I are doomed forever at an
impasse resulting in mutual respect at best), I feel that this, and not prose,
best captures the actual movements of a cat, though your description of the
grandiosity of their movements comes close.
And I, too, found it interesting that the cat would step
into a flowerpot on its way to the pantry.
I am just wondering, why, when there is perfectly good found just round
the corner, but an empty flower pot becomes more interesting to the cat And by
the way, a jamcloset is a cellar used in Victorian times to store foodstuffs
such as jam that needed the cool and couldn’t be kept in the main kitchen area,
not necessarily a pantry, and I think it makes it more interesting visualizing the
cat sneaking into the cellar, rather than a door in the kitchen, even if it
doesn’t change the meaning of the poem.
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