Water Music (poem) by Robert Creeley

The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.

Water music,
loud in the clearing

off the boats,
birds, leaves.

They look for a place
to sit and eat—

no meaning,
no point

This poem talks about how music sometimes can mean anything or nothing at times. Some people could take words differently than others, so this poem also talks about how word could jump around. Although people could have different perceptions about the poem, there may be times that the poem may have no meaning or no point, and that's what I really like about the poem. It's true, no matter how many people can put it, sometimes music and poems can have absolutely have no meaning at all.

Creeley was known as the most important poets of the twentieth century.He was also known for his concision and emotional power. I do like reading some of his other work because some of his work involves how things could mean nothing, and I found that pretty cool.   

poem and picture of Charles Baudelaire

Be Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

Charles Baudelaire

Picture Reflection

What am I really doing? In this picture, I'm standing with my family in front a pink Tinkerbell cake, pink balloons, and number 9 on the cake, so it was obviously my sister birthday party. There was really no facial expression on my face so I can't really tell what I was exactly feeling at the moment, but I know that I would have much rather be anywhere else then there. The two major things that are noticeable in this picture is that rosemary cross necklace and that I had very short hair. That there was telling me there is a huge difference between now and then. I can pretty much call myself ignorant and clueless, because I couldn't figure out what's really real or not at the time. All the things that really matter to me at that point, now seems so stupid, like how short my hair needed to be, rap/pop music everyone use to listen to, and religion that was force upon me. This picture reminder me how close minded I use to be.

Poem

by Frank O'Hara

Lana Turner has collapsed!
I was trotting along and suddenly
it started raining and snowing
and you said it was hailing
but hailing hits you on the head
hard so it was really snowing and
raining and I was in such a hurry
to meet you but the traffic
was acting exactly like the sky
and suddenly I see a headline
LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!
there is no snow in Hollywood
there is no rain in California
I have been to lots of parties
and acted perfectly disgraceful
but I never actually collapsed
oh Lana Turner we love you get up

-I was trotting along and suddenly
it started raining and snowing
and you said it was hailing

In these lines you can hear the temple of the poem, and how fast it is taking place. Throughout the poem, it sounds like there so many things going on