Lady DT
28 May 2015 @ 05:27 pm
A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence; because he has no identity — he is continually informing — and filling some other body.-John Keats
Lady DT
28 May 2015 @ 01:41 pm
Maya Angelou on writing poems.

Like a pianist runs her fingers over the keys, I'll search my mind for what to say. Now, the poem may want you to write it. And then sometimes you see a situation and think, "I'd like to write about that." Those are two different ways of being approached by a poem, or approaching a poem. source
Lady DT
21 April 2015 @ 01:59 pm

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It's been awhile since I've posted for this, but since I'm currently writing a poetry analysis I thought I'd post. I actually found this poem by searching for background information for Gwendolyn Brook's 'the mother' poem. This one is called 'The Slave Mother' and it's by Frances E.W. Harper.
Lady DT
12 March 2014 @ 06:03 pm

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I recently checked out a biography on H.D. and I put in a a request for a volume of her poems as an interlibrary loan. While I was volunteering today I started to read the bio and I looked up some of her poems.

Today I'm sharing Leda. I clicked this particular because of the name. I recall it from Greek Mythology and I believe she was the mother of Helen. I'm very interested in reading the author's "Helen in Egypt" and I feel like this was a good introduction. The imagery is very strong and I love the depiction of the colors. If I'm not mistaken I think the poem is talking about when Zeus disguised himself as a swan and impregnated Leda. That's just my take.
Lady DT
12 March 2014 @ 05:52 pm

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The poem I would like to share today is Coal by Audre Lorde. I was thinking about her and a google search led me to this poem. What made me post it was my reaction to the end of it. I feel like the poems that really stay with me always have a certain ending. I will always react to either with shock or awe or some type of reaction. It's hard to explain but I feel like when I really like a poem I have to have some type of visceral reaction to it.
Lady DT
11 March 2014 @ 10:03 pm

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The seventh poem I want to share with you is Into My Own by Robert Frost. A little background on my relationship to Frost. Way back in like the early 2000s this girl who bigger than me and stronger than me asked me to write her book report for her. I did and I remember it was on Robert Frost. I don't remember what happened after that. But what I will say is that I didn't really get into Frost then. But yesterday I finally found the poetry section. I know Frost is looked upon highly so I decided to check out a book of his work. I just opened it and I came across this poem. I feel like with the goings on in my life right now with me deciding what road I'll travel that this poem is trying to tell me something. No matter where I go it doesn't mean I'll change. I'll still be the same person.
Lady DT
11 March 2014 @ 12:17 am
I'll add the graphic in a bit. The story behind this is that I was looking for a poem about a brother. I have a weird type of relationship with my brother. Because of the age difference and circumstances where he took the position of father figure our relationship is not exactly equal. I crave my brother's affection but I also resent him

But the poem I'm about to post is about family-dysfunctional family. My family-the immediate one at least is dysfunctional to the max. I didn't realize it until recently. I grew up thinking this was normal. This was my life. I don't know anything else. I write a lot about dysfunctional families because that's what I know. I don't know what a functional family looks like but I hope to have it one day.

My Factless Autobiography by Alli Warren.
Lady DT
11 March 2014 @ 12:04 am

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I'm on a roll tonight it seems. The poem for this post is Getting Close by Victoria Redel.

I chose this poem because of my relationship with my mother. I love her and I dread the day she dies. But I also fear turning into her. When I started to grow hair on my neck I was like "Shit I'm turning into my mom." I have absorbed things she's told but I don't realize it until later. I had one of my more religious character say "Keep the faith." I tend to say this myself and it wasn't until she said it to me while I was expressing doubts that I realize that it came from her. For some reason I turn up my nose when people tell me I look like her. I love my mother but I also try to distance myself from her. I'm not exactly sure why but I do.
Lady DT
10 March 2014 @ 11:43 pm

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The third poem I would like to share is never give all the heart by W.B. Yeats

This poem is sort of my view on romance and maybe in relationships in general but specifically romance. While I can be a romantic I tend to be sort of jaded. I always hold myself back somewhat in my romantic relationships. I don't want to give my whole self to the other person because I feel like that makes me vulnerable and I fucking hate being in that state. It makes me feel exposed and raw. I'd rather hide behind the mask of neutrality. You stop talking to me. I didn't need you anyway. You rejected me. You weren't worth my time. It's a defense mechanism.
Lady DT
10 March 2014 @ 11:33 pm

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The second poem I'd like to share is sisters by Lucille Clifton.

I came across Mrs. Clifton a few months back. I can't remember exactly which poem it was that made me take interest but I liked her work. I bought one of her collections and I also checked out collected works. Her work touches something in me. This poem relates to my experience with my best friend, Ashleigh, who I refer to as my sister from another mister. Though we aren't blood related I truly feel like she is my sister. My twin half even. Ashleigh is the sister I wish I had and even if I'm never able to connect to my blood sister I still have her.
Lady DT
10 March 2014 @ 09:49 am

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I've been seeing this meme around but I didn't decide to participate until I saw slinkslowdown's post.

I've decided to do mine for poetry. 100 poems that I enjoy. Well without further ado.

The poem that I cannot get out of my head is: Daddy by Sylvia Plath. I have the lines of it stuck in my head. I want to play the audio of her speaking it like a song. After reading this poem I was inspired to imitate it. This is a poem that has made an impression on me and I feel it deeply.
Lady DT
03 January 2014 @ 06:33 am
Ok on the Lord and the Duchess. I am eliminating chapters from the side characters and instead focusing on Elisabetta (the Duchess), Daniyel (the Lord), and Jean Michele (the Duke) as the main story is really about them and the rest of the stuff I had in my outline was subplot. That story can wait and right now it's all a mash and I'm like 15K and 50 pages in and she's just about to arrive to the fucking place. So basically I'm gonna start over.

Right now I'm shooting for the book to hit 70-80K maybe? I have to break down the wordcount into little goals or otherwise that number seems impossibly big to me. It's like how I read. If it's a big book break it down. 100 pgs one hr. 100 more the next. I find I work better that way.

I wrote a sestina but it makes no damn sense but I think the form is better this time around than the one I did on Matilide and Stefano. But it makes no sense so I will be working on it. I need to look through my past drafts for the month of December and then work on them. Ay!
Lady DT
30 July 2013 @ 11:44 am
Ok I just discovered this poem and you guys it speaks to me. I won't say how, but draw your own conclusions.

La Vie C'est La Vie

by Jessie Redmon Fauset

On summer afternoons I sit
Quiescent by you in the park
And idly watch the sunbeams gild
And tint the ash-trees' bark.

Or else I watch the squirrels frisk
And chaffer in the grassy lane;
And all the while I mark your voice
Breaking with love and pain.

I know a woman who would give
Her chance of heaven to take my place;
To see the love-light in your eyes,
The love-glow on your face!

And there's a man whose lightest word
Can set my chilly blood afire;
Fulfillment of his least behest
Defines my life’s desire.

But he will none of me, nor I
Of you. Nor you of her. 'Tis said
The world is full of jests like these.—
I wish that I were dead.
Lady DT
24 January 2013 @ 02:26 pm
Hello fair people. Sorry the meme was kinda short. I had taken my medicine and I was posting it from my laptop and I so didn't feel like going into detail haha. But anyway.

I was reading one of Kim Addonizio's poetry books and I thought to myself: "I need to read more contemporary poets." But I don't know where to start, so that's where you good people come in.

Rec me some contemporary poets

When I say contemporary, I mean like in the last thirty to forty years.

So yep that's all that is up with me. Parental units got into argument when I was waking up. Grandma has gone out now and Mom is reading her Bible for the class tonight. Me? I'm looking forward to TVD and Scandal, but I might go to class with her. But that's a big might.