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What did I learn from this class? I learned a lot actually! I never realized how much depth poetry has, and how everybody is able to write poetry. My preconceived notion of poetry was that you'd have to always have a deep meaning behind each word or phrase, and that if the poet's intent did not get across to you, it is because you aren't poetic enough. Now I realize how wrong I was, as poetry is a very fun and expressive form of art, where the audience is actually the one who can decide for themselves the meaning and interpretation of the poet's words. I also didn't realize that poetry had many different styles! I knew beforehand about the ABAB, AA BB kind of structures, but the fact that we didn't rely on this when making our poems made the poems very enjoyable to create. My personal favourite is the Cubist poem, as I had the most fun making it :) I didn't really like poetry before this class, or rather I liked poetry yet thought creating it was far b

Final Project - Breadimation

Assignment 14

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Assignment 13

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Bread

Assignment 12

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Collage Poem Original Ver. Collage Poem Version 2

Assignment 11

Bread on the Floor What is life, if it can’t be spent  eating a perfectly good loaf of bread? How could I, the average denizen, be so foolish as to have this artisanal piece of art escape me? This speckled beauty I worked so hard in carrying, as if it were a gentle fish out of the water,  is now lost in the abyss. This endless tragedy reminds me of the struggle when using a spoon underwater: painful and eternal,  a process that will never have any successful results. What am I to do now that my egg’s yolk  is on the sea level’s ground? Pick it up and place it on my telephone? Burn it in a fire until my house turns into a crocodile’s tail? Not a yes, but a neigh, from the language of the horses. The correct method of approach is to go about it as if  befriending a shrimp in a tank full of sharks:  we grab it by the hat,  save it from disease, throw it back into its kingdom, then, vacuum. Are mirrors real when our eyes aren’t real?

Assignment 10

Baking Bread As if the entire earth is silent, A  slow      and     low moan. White-laced, a Sweet face. It sweeps away discomfort in a       soft embrace. The presence of honey as if it were         a warm blanket wraps around you,             just you. The texture changes, unprecedented. Almost at its peak,            just a little longer. Through this exchange,      a sense of wonder                is deranged. There is nothing like this     in the world, A sound so silent, it    disappears. As these thoughts flow, flow through the air     through my mind, the light,             gentle pillow sings to you it's time to sleep.