{"content":{"sharePage":{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"39653622","dateCreated":"1306521741","smartDate":"May 27, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"jose_4595","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/jose_4595","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39653622"},"dateDigested":1531974073,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"jose rodriguez","description":"Jamaican Idol
\nby Terese Svoboda
\n
\n
\nWalking backward from the sea,
\nscales shedding, you seek the cave.
\n
\nThis is why the French door admits
\nonly ocean. You stare into the louver
\n
\nand forget how to get out. Lull
\nis the word, or loll. The sea returns,
\n
\ncompleting your pulse, the waves live,
\neach breath of yours worship.
\n
\ni dont like this poem because it talks about being lost in a cave. i dont like to be lost, i always want to know where i am. the poem also uses some words i do not understand like lull, louver and loll. i also dont know why did the author wrote the french door. this poem is bad because i dont know what it is talking about, so the context is very poor. the form is also bad because the poem isnt explained well, so i dont know if the character is inside the cave or in the sea looking for the cave. i dont like the poem","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39653480","dateCreated":"1306521455","smartDate":"May 27, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"taeyang","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/taeyang","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1223342653\/taeyang-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39653480"},"dateDigested":1531974073,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"BRIAN","description":"Home is so Sad
\nby Philip Larkin
\n
\nHome is so sad. It stays as it was left,
\nShaped to the comfort of the last to go
\nAs if to win them back. Instead, bereft
\nOf anyone to please, it withers so,
\nHaving no heart to put aside the theft
\n
\nAnd turn again to what it started as,
\nA joyous shot at how things ought to be,
\nLong fallen wide. You can see how it was:
\nLook at the pictures and the cutlery.
\nThe music in the piano stool. That vase.
\n
\nI don't like this poem, because i don't share the emotion with this poem. This poem has a feeling that lonely and sad but my home is not sad maybe because of my family live in there. Me and my family are very united, so that makes my house good place to live, and chill. So this poem is on opposite side on my live. If there is a family who lives in this lonely house i could share the feeling with this poem but nobody lives in there so i cannot share the feeling. But if i'm in bad mood, or sad and i read this poem, i can share the feeling. So it depends on who reads this poem. And the poem shows really good atmosphere in that house, but those are not fully described, so the readers need to think, and imagine the house.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39621062","dateCreated":"1306455606","smartDate":"May 26, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"negrasolano","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/negrasolano","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1222961550\/negrasolano-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39621062"},"dateDigested":1531974073,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"nicole solano","description":" 1. A filament, light as breath, at the base of a feather;\u2028supple and strong, it extends beside the shaft\u2028and will not be bent back. \u2028
\n 2. The whisker of a cat, vibrissa,\u2028resonating with the slightest brush against a fence \u2028as its feline owner slips silent toward home or prey.\u2028
\n 3. A sharp, curved hook at the tip of a quill,\u2028evil and stubborn, designed to tear those foolish enough\u2028to try pulling it out.\u2028
\n 4. Bristle, stubble, \u2028the tough stalks of grass or wheat after the field has been mown;\u2028any man's chin in the languid morning.\u2028
\n 5. Barbiturate, downer, reds, a big sleep.\u2028Marilyn's lover and escape; \u2028a lying promise of peace.\u2028
\n 6. White linen binding a face, \u2028covering a lady's forehead, cheeks, chin, throat;\u2028the soft cloth traces the line of smooth, hidden skin.\u2028
\n 7. Darting fish, tiger-striped, \u2028or stamping horse, skittish and wild, nostrils wide;\u2028creatures like quicksilver, gone with the flick of a tail.\u2028
\n 8. Sharp, stabbing, pointed arrow,\u2028fletched with bristling stiff feathers cut close to the shaft,\u2028metal-tipped, true-flying, sure of hitting its mark.\u2028
\n 9. A phrase, insinuating or blunt;\u2028a jab, a cut, an insult, wit with a sting;\u2028words from a wicked tongue.\u2028
\n 10. A woman standing before you, hands on hips,\u2028chin raised,\u2028daring you to go further.
\n
\n
\n
\nThe interpretation of wether a poem is good or bad is left to the reader.An unsuccessful poem is the one that has no relation in form and content,meaning they don't tie in together.The form of the poem has no rhythm and no rhyme.The poem has no rhythm, it is inconsistent and has no musicality or flow.The content of this poem has no real meaning.The content and the form don't relate to each other because the author is describing or defining words and settings all throughout the poem and the form lacks rhythm and musicality. All throughout the poem all we are basically reading is definitions.It's like a copy of a dictionary.This poem isn't supplying anything deep,or symbolism to the reader.Poems are suppose to give a bigger meaning to something hidden, and this poem is basically telling us the literal view of everything.It is hard to understand what the poem is trying to say, because the different verses don't tie in with each other.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39612848","dateCreated":"1306442163","smartDate":"May 26, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"pprada","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/pprada","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1315457538\/pprada-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39612848"},"dateDigested":1531974073,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Paula Prada","description":"This poem is very poor in both senses the context and the form. The context itself is very boring. It doesn\u2019t have a specific character. The main point of the poem is the flowers, there is neither character nor object I can relate too when I read the poem. The story\u2019s plot is basically about the narrator that contemplates all the flowers, and the colors, and the blooming of the flowers. I find it completely not inspirational\u2026 Also, the form of the poem is structured in a very casual way. There is no specific pattern with the syllables. The poem has neither rhythm nor rhyme and is very straightforward. It has no metaphors or similes that make the poem interesting. What makes the poem so boring is the lack of rhythm, and rhyme, and literary figures that make the poem interesting. Also that there is no link between the author and I.
\n
\nTelling The Bees
\nBy:Deborah Digges
\n
\nIt fell to me to tell the bees,
\nthough I had wanted another duty\u2014
\nto be the scribbler at his death,
\nthere chart the third day's quickening.
\nBut fate said no, it falls to you
\nto tell the bees, the middle daughter.
\nSo it was written at your birth.
\nI wanted to keep the fire, working
\nthe constant arranging and shifting
\nof the coals blown flaring,
\nmy cheeks flushed red,
\nmy bed laid down before the fire,
\nmyself anonymous among the strangers
\nthere who'd come and go.
\nBut destiny said no. It falls
\nto you to tell the bees, it said.
\nI wanted to be the one to wash his linens,
\nboiling the death-soiled sheets,
\nusing the waters for my tea.
\nI might have been the one to seal
\nhis solitude with mud and thatch and string,
\nthe webs he parted every morning,
\nthe hounds' hair combed from brushes,
\nthe dust swept into piles with sparrows' feathers.
\nWho makes the laws that live
\ninside the brick and mortar of a name,
\nselects the seeds, garden or wild,
\nbrings forth the foliage grown up around it
\nthrough drought or blight or blossom,
\nthe honey darkening in the bitter years,
\nthe combs like funeral lace or wedding veils
\nsteeped in oak gall and rainwater,
\nsequined of rent wings.
\nAnd so arrayed I set out, this once
\nobedient, toward the hives' domed skeps
\non evening's hill, five tombs alight.
\nI thought I heard the thrash and moaning
\nof confinement, beyond the century,
\na calling across dreams,
\nas if asked to make haste just out of sleep.
\nI knelt and waited.
\nThe voice that found me gave the news.
\nUp flew the bees toward his orchards.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39571126","dateCreated":"1306367400","smartDate":"May 25, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"SolSpier","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/SolSpier","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39571126"},"dateDigested":1531974073,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"What is Liquid?","description":"What is Liquid?
\nMargaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle
\n
\nAll that doth flow we cannot liquid name
\nOr else would fire and water be the same;
\nBut that is liquid which is moist and wet
\nFire that property can never get.
\nThen 'tis not cold that doth the fire put out
\nBut 'tis the wet that makes it die, no doubt.
\n
\n
\nAn unsuccessful poem is one that has forced rhymes, lack of rhythm and poor expression. 'What is Liquid' by Margaret Cavendish sums up all these characteristics into a completely unsuccessful poem. First of all, it's content is ridiculous; translated to modern English, the first verses would say: "You can't call everything that flows liquid, Or fire would have to be a liquid too; but liquid is wet and you ca't get fire wet!". This poem has no meaning whatsoever, and it's message is unclear. It uses poor expression, no fancy words, no flow, no musicality, there is nothing special to this poem. It's lack of musicality and flow makes it a drag just to read it. It uses the form to accentuate the content, both are boring and forced. The form simply emphasizes the emptiness of the poem. Cavendish uses an extremely forced rhyme, which makes the poem sound forced and repetitive. It seems as if the poem is based on the rhyme, not the rhyme on the poem, which is the way it should be. This poem is an utter cockamamie.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39562420","dateCreated":"1306354769","smartDate":"May 25, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"pjoaristi321","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/pjoaristi321","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39562420"},"dateDigested":1531974073,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Paulina Joaristi","description":"A Nest Full of Stars
\nby James Berry
\n
\nOnly chance made me come and find
\nmy hen, stepping from her hidden
\nnest, in our kitchen garden.
\n
\nIn her clever secret place, her tenth
\negg, still warm, had just been dropped.
\n
\nNot sure of what to do, I picked up
\nevery egg, counting them, then put them
\ndown again. All were mine.
\n
\nAll swept me away and back.
\nI blinked, I saw: a whole hand
\nof ripe bananas, nesting.
\n
\nI blinked, I saw: a basketful
\nof ripe oranges, nesting.
\n
\nI blinked, I saw: a trayful
\nof ripe naseberries, nesting.
\n
\nI blinked, I saw: an open bagful
\nof ripe mangoes, nesting.
\n
\nI blinked, I saw:
\na mighty nest full of stars.
\nnaseberry: sapodilla plum with sweet brown flesh
\n
\n
\nA good poem doesn\u2019t have to have a rhyme or repetitive words to try to cast a pattern. Poetry is a form of writing that needs to be written with exactitude. Every single word in a poem is significant in spite that it is usually short. A writer\u2019s goal should be the ability to cast a mental image and emotion on the reader. Normally the famous poems rise in to light because they were able to achieve a deep impact on the reader. A written poem needs to be more than just a simple description of a natural event, it needs to capture and engage the reader. A good poem keeps you surrounded in a circle of thoughts and examination. You get to question yourself and your surroundings. A bad poem is one like \u201c A Nest Full of Stars\u201d by James Berry. This poem is scarce and incompetent. It has no purpose what so ever rather than attempting to entertain the reader. As human beings we can all relate with the experience of going off into the garden and observing a hen we don\u2019t need an effortless description of it. When people write a poem it is usually because they have experienced something that has touched them, it can be a mournful event or a joyful one. This poem makes it hard for the reader to understand what motivated him to write since there is not much to tell.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39560522","dateCreated":"1306351743","smartDate":"May 25, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"joseph86","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/joseph86","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39560522"},"dateDigested":1531974073,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"wiki","description":"Thing
\n
\nby Rae Armantrout
\n
\nWe love our cat
\nfor her self
\nregard is assiduous
\nand bland,
\n
\nfor she sits in the small
\npatch of sun on our rug
\nand licks her claws
\nfrom all angles
\n
\nand it is far
\nsuperior
\nto "balanced reporting"
\n
\nthough, of course,
\nit is also
\nthe very same thing.
\n
\n I think that this poem is unsuccessful because its form doesn`t relate to the content, it is not consistent and it doesn't use figures of speech making it harder to the reader to visualize the poem. The form in this poem is not consistent, besides the 4 verse lines, its syllables per verse vary for each verse and do not match the other verses form the other stanzas. The inconsistent syllables take the rhythm and the emphasis out of important words. With the rhythm take out the musicality is gone therefore, an inconsistent metric and no rhythm make this poem unsuccessful. Other ways that affect the success rate of the poem is the fact the poem doesn't have figures speech. This makes the reader be completely lost with imagery, making the poem harder to comprehend or less interesting. So the inconsistency, the lack of musicality and rhythm and the absence of figures of speech make this poem dull and unpleasant making it unsuccessful","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39559542","dateCreated":"1306350811","smartDate":"May 25, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"meladovelado","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/meladovelado","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1317260331\/meladovelado-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39559542"},"dateDigested":1531974074,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Melanie Velado Response","description":"Toro
\nby Sarah Gambito
\n
\nI'm looking for the good robin of everlasting sewing.
\n
\nEasy as a bed to bed.
\n
\nAnd his words are mints.
\n
\nMy shock in the ghost of the guest of my boyfriend.
\n
\nFirst there is the Father.
\n
\nHe would not like me to tell you about him.
\n
\nHe is punching holes right now. Saying petit, petit, petit.
\n
\nGarbled\u2014he can seem like a balloon. Such a skin. A kingfisher.
\n
\nWe are afraid to touch him.
\n
\nLike too many nights of touching ourselves.
\n
\nHe might plan to take us on a picnic.
\n
\nWe must be ready. We must be hungry.
\n
\nI finished my blue necklace.
\n
\nShe tries to convince him because he was here on earth.
\n
\nDad quits his job for the umpteenth time.
\n
\nI'm wicked lonely.
\n
\nWe are in a department store.
\n
\nI buy him a blue bracelet because it is right there.
\n
\nAnd I would wear it.
\n
\nI buy it hoping he bought me something for Christmas.
\n
\nThis is never true of course.
\n
\nWe talk about religion. Of jasper things in trees.
\n
\nHe wears an engagement ring.
\n
\nI am shivery, full of V-8.
\n
\nHe drinks too much and cheats all the time.
\n
\nAll of whom he left behind in the Bible belt are singing Yes, yes yes
\n
\nWe put our hands over our face, our neck.
\n
\nWe are overcome, saying, "No, no. I can't. I can't."
\n
\n The poem \u201cToro\u201d by Sarah Gambito is unsuccessful due to many reasons. The structure of the poem consists of simplistic short sentences that are hard to understand. The structure of the poem doesn\u2019t provide flow and musicality, but abruptness and confusion. The structure relates with the content in the way that the weird structure binds with the unclear content of the poem. The sentences are simple and without details. It seems as if a second grader wrote these brief sentences. The poem doesn\u2019t deliver a clear message; it is very random and ambiguous. The author Sarah, uses pronouns (he,she) instead of proper names, confusing the reader. The poem doesn\u2019t have a rhythm; it\u2019s very random and spontaneous instead of musical and organized. I truly believe that this poem is unsuccessful.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39528086","dateCreated":"1306296466","smartDate":"May 24, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"bibi_lamas","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/bibi_lamas","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1285202747\/bibi_lamas-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39528086"},"dateDigested":1531974074,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"bibi","description":"Museum
\nby Glyn Maxwell
\n
\n
\nSundays, like a stanza break
\nOr shower's end of all applause,
\nFor some old unexplaining sake
\nThe optimistic tread these shores,
\nAs lonely as the dead awake
\nOr God among the dinosaurs.
\n
\n
\nPoems are open to interpretation, allowing the reader to be creative and let their imagination develop. An unsuccessful poem can not be achieved by any poet. This because poetry is limitless, and does not follow any kind of rules. Some poems don\u2019t have the capacity to truly capturing the reader. In this case the poem \u201cMuseum\u201d by Glyn Maxwell seems to be that case. By reading the poem one does not capture the true meaning or message the author would want to transmit to the reader. It is written with simple language but in a complicated context, which causes uncertainty. The poem does not show an outstanding theme one can identify when reading it. Instead it just states facts that don\u2019t bond with each other in a coherent way. For instance, \u201cor God among the dinosaurs\u201d this verse does not tie well with the rest of the poem, as well as leaving the reader puzzled. This poem is not an unsuccessful poem. This because the poet had something in mind and transmitted it in his own way. To me one has to dig to deep in order to find the real meaning of the poem, when it should be about seeing the richness in the writing and enjoying it.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]}],"more":false},"comments":[]},"http":{"code":200,"status":"OK"},"redirectUrl":null,"javascript":null,"notices":{"warning":[],"error":[],"info":[],"success":[]}}