Thursday, September 24, 2009

Poetics 1

At first the object poem had prove itself to be difficult. Orignally, I had planed to write a poem about a mouse trap. My excitement over it, was than reached quickly with defeat as I ended up realizing i had no clue how to work a mouse trap. After hours of snapping the trap on my hand, and finally throwing it at a wall, I had come to what came to be the object of my poem, a frame. I ended up staring at it for an half and hour, attempting to find out what it would feel like to be a frame. I tried to think outside the conventional terms of what a frame is, and then thought about how one buys a frame and why. Then I began to realize how I hardly look at it. How it seems not vital to my room's appearance. I began to feel sad for it and this when I began to flesh out my poem through trying to sympathize with my frame.

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