Wednesday
Sep232015

happiness 002

('Dawn over the city' by Ben Hewitt)

Happiness by Raymond Carver

 

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

Wednesday
Sep232015

happiness 001

('Beautiful Tango' by Leonid Afremov)
song and dance by Rg Gregory
do you think an old heart can’t sing
do you think an old heart can’t dance
with a love that belongs to spring –
nor i – till i took this glance

in a mirror long put-by – denied
the least touch of light (there being
no cause but to let it hide)
yet now there’s this sudden seeing

this astonishing flow of longing
that gives the dulled glass a shine
and so many lost wants thronging
(must i fear the eyes aren’t mine)

dream has shaken its sheets out
a freshness (discarded) restored
muted rhythms let loud beats out
(scared hopes being reassured)

unfathomable scores its chances
(love’s fingers plucking the strings)
can’t you see – this lame heart dances
can’t you hear – this dried heart sings
Wednesday
Sep232015

Happiness Defined Through the Arts

Merriam-Webster defines the word happy as feeling pleasure and enjoyment because of your life or situation, showing or causing feelings of pleasure and enjoyment, pleased about a particular event. Though the definition sounds generic, the most wonderful thing about happiness is that it means something different to everyone.

Happiness to a sick man means getting well. Happiness to a college student is having enough money to pay for food. Happiness to a business executive means scoring good numbers on his portfolio. Happiness to a pregnant woman means having a healthy child. It doesn't matter who you are or what your situation is - you've experienced happiness at some point in your life. Sometimes it's bittersweet because those moments are few and far between.

Art and literature reflect the everchanging states of happiness. For instance, you have authors like Oscar Wilde who loved to write characters that were enthralled with the pursuit of happiness. Dr. Seuss says, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." Happiness is a common theme in all forms of art, whether it be written or painted.

This week, we will be looking at different portrayals of happiness. Reflect on what each piece means to you, and see if you can understand the happiness of the author or artist you're looking at.

Wednesday
Nov262014

Hunger, by Marcus

Hunger

By: Marcus

 

The Sandwich sits, alone, untouched;

A virgin, to my knowledge.

I come, to the Shiva of the fridge,

And devour my helpless sacrifice.

It goes to a better place.

Wednesday
Oct292014

It's Hard to Write a Poem, by Kevin Harding

It’s Hard to Write a Poem

By Kevin Harding

 

I’m sure I don’t need to tell you

That writing a poem can be difficult business.

Especially when you try to

Rhyme to give the thing awesomeness.

 

Geez. That last line was so lame.

What kind of writer butchers a sentence

Like that? I think lack of meter is to blame.

I have no excuse as to my lack of poetic sense.

 

Wow, that last stanza made no sense

Whatsoever. And it doesn’t help to use the same

Word in the very next line like in that instance.

What word should I end this line with…game?

 

Good Lord, why am I even trying to salvage this mess?

Why can’t I come up with any decent words to

Rhyme with? This is giving me too much stress.

I should try to write a novel instead…foo’.

 

Alright, that’s it.

I quit!