January 2011
5 posts
White Hawthorn in the West...
This poem has a superstitious, dreamy feel to it. Almost as if the speaker is tired of the suburbs and people there, and is seeking comfort in the countryside, but considers the Hawthorn bad luck.
being superstitious myself, I see her reasons not to touch the Hawthorn because those things just become ingrained in you. I liked it, Boland uses fantastic imagery in her poems, which makes them...
Irish Goddess
The poem I got was not at all what I expected. It had a dark tone to it in quotes like
“Myth is the wound we leave in the time we have”
Just an almost depressing, hopeless feel to it. don’t really know what else to say about it except the countryside sounds beautiful.
Achill Woman
The Achill woman reminds me of a job I used to have. While it didn’t involve tea towels or anything, it involved physical labor and oftentimes I was left with this sort of feeling at the end of the day. To me the poem has an exhausted feel, or unappreciative even. It seems as though the person back from college can’t understand what she does on a daily basis for her livelyhood, whereas...
On the Hunt
For a dam hunting License! Complicated fwc crap. Why can’t the 2nd amendment I love give me the right to take my bow and hunt a hog or two? Frustrating. Anyways. Scoring some great deals in the local shops on hunting camo. trackin’ hogs in a week or two, may post some pictures as well
hmmm...
I’m going to consider this post a systems check. Might as well try and figure this blogging thing while I have to use it. Who knows? Maybe I’ll like it and use it more
