Poems kicked start the new semester. Poem, as I’ve said earlier, is widely considered as something that is “not cool” (at least in my own understanding. Or is it only me that think like that??) . That’s the reason I quit poem. As Mr.Derick announced that we gonna doing poem for this semester, we are like, okay…so, poem? Another florish and girlish literature thing.
Nevertheless, trust me, everyone has something “jiwang” inside. So this lesson is a good chance to dig out the thing inside you. Look at Victor, the seemingly coolest guy in my class that always comes out with great sentences, filthy words and wearing like Eminem, sitting at the back of the class. He did write a poem eventually, though it was still full of filthy dictions, beginning with “Life is a shit”. His style. But he read the poem with emotion and even with repeative structure.
For me, poem is winding of sentences where you could easily written it down in a simple sentences instead. Poem makes things complicated. Poets are people who indulge in the world of themselves, writing rhetoric things that only can be understood by themselves. I know this narrow viewing of poets is accusing and incorrect and sum things out with just a word, and was a kind of discrimination. Sorry about that and I will brainwashing myself in this few days. Some political and satirical poems are cool.I shouldn’t say all TV programmes are bad for children ‘coz they are different. I do love reading some types of poems.
I love those short and catchy poems full of biting satire as they are always exciting .Especially when they refer to something I am familiar with. No doubt that readers always seek the feeling of commonness and belonging from their readings. In reading poem, my length of patience is 15 lines.
Poems longer than 15 lines with twisted meaning and rare vocabs are a no-no for me. And so with classical poems with ancient dictions like “thou”,”thy”,” thee”.When I saw these, I click the X box (close page).What’s the purpose of troubling yourself? I’d had enough of brain-juice-squeezing during Chemistry class and don’t want to bother myself with things like this during leisure time. Ah, finally I reach the main point: poem is for pleasure, not pressure.
Poems longer than 15 lines with twisted meaning and rare vocabs are a no-no for me. And so with classical poems with ancient dictions like “thou”,”thy”,” thee”.When I saw these, I click the X box (close page).What’s the purpose of troubling yourself? I’d had enough of brain-juice-squeezing during Chemistry class and don’t want to bother myself with things like this during leisure time. Ah, finally I reach the main point: poem is for pleasure, not pressure.
Finally words for poetry : Why can’t you just state it clearly?! You little twisted thing!
Urged by the scary sentimental music sponsored by Mick, I eventually came out a poem in the class. Paradoxically, it seemed like a romantic piece. In the end, I am a poet that always contradicting myself :p
In the dizziness, you are sitting behind me
I remember
In the yellow classroom
The hanging fan’s spinning clumsily
Stirring the sweaty air
The moving lips of Cikgu Abdullah. With moustache lining around it
Vibrate, through the atmosphere that is crawling in damp silence
The classroom shrink
Inches by inches
Classroom
Classroo
Classro
Classr
Class
(Darkness)
I nod, nod
Slipping a bubble of sweat down my cheek
My long hair
My light blue school uniform
My grey white shoes
And absorbed herself into my shock
A BS ORB
Among the wetness and blurriness
The most vivid feeling
Is you, sitting behind me
Palm on your mouth, you giggle, kicking my chair
!!!
Cikgu Abdullah’s mumble turns clear
Parameswara melarikan diri ke Batam sebelum sampai di Singapura
And then he ran and ran
Finally he reached
Here in the History class
:')
