tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27946614.post359717425649682364..comments2024-03-07T14:43:21.888-08:00Comments on Whatever I want to write about: Goodbye to the cruellest month. So, ... shanti, shanti, shantihiSriram Khéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06907731254833435446noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27946614.post-58156939027666277912015-05-05T21:13:32.494-07:002015-05-05T21:13:32.494-07:00Oh, I suppose lots of us were ending the month of ...Oh, I suppose lots of us were ending the month of April with the TSE quote. We great minds think alike, you know ;)<br /><br />Ahem, nothing about your "favorite" teacher, I see ... ;)Sriram Khéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06724218458246880137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27946614.post-71842814375785117982015-05-05T07:33:59.471-07:002015-05-05T07:33:59.471-07:00I'm back I'm back.
There's more than ...I'm back I'm back.<br /><br />There's more than one article I have read in the last few days with the title April is the cruelest month. Why have lots of people rediscovered TS Elliot suddenly ??<br /><br />May peace be with you too.Rameshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11782192840421019943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27946614.post-40631552533331410192015-05-02T07:33:05.627-07:002015-05-02T07:33:05.627-07:00Hey, at least your English teacher didn't slap...Hey, at least your English teacher didn't slap you silly!<br />Of course, Ramesh thinks that the English teacher was the best ever; maybe unlike me Ramesh was every teacher's darling ;) Where's he anyway? Maybe he has gone to report to the teacher that I am complaining about him ;)<br /><br />I do seek out poetry ... but, I almost always have a tough time relating to the free-verse contemporary poetry. Sriram Khéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06724218458246880137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27946614.post-35995677239188905202015-05-01T12:39:06.689-07:002015-05-01T12:39:06.689-07:00Bad experiences with poetry and English class as y...Bad experiences with poetry and English class as youth may be universal. As a young student, I had to read and interpret poetry. HATED it. I could rarely decipher the deeper meaning; nor could I interpret it correctly (at least as far as my teachers were concerned). I left school with an antipathy toward poetry that took decades and a special friend to thaw.<br /><br />As I have gotten older (wiser?), I see that some poems express thoughts much better than I can. There are some that have grabbed me, have touched me enough that I remember them. Most are quite literal, or at least I choose to read them that way. "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas is speaking to me in my life now.<br /><br />I can't say honestly that I seek out poetry, but at least I have learned not to avoid it and occasionally to appreciate and even enjoy it.<br />Anne in Salemnoreply@blogger.com