Showing posts with label interpreting poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label interpreting poetry. Show all posts

Monday, October 11, 2021

Poetry--Read It Silently or Listen to It?


I've been privileged to hear a few poets read their work aloud recently. Each time I do, I think to myself that I prefer reading it silently to myself than hearing a poem read. Am I in the minority or majority here? I have pondered this question several times. 

I did a little reading on the topic of reading silently to myself or hearing someone else read. I discovered that I may be among the minority by preferring to read a poem to myself silently. 

I learned that reading the poem silently engages the eyes and mind, while listening to someone else read requires mind, ears, and sight. Sight? Yes, because we watch the speaker's mouth as she/he reads. One day last week, I attended a meeting via zoom to hear a friend read her poems from a recently published book. She was at a library and required to wear a mask as she gave her presentation. It made me realize that not all words come across clearly when the speaker is masked, and that I didn't realize how much we do watch a speaker's mouth. 

When a poet reads his/her work aloud, he/she can stress certain words. The silent reader would not know which words the poet hoped to stress. He/she can also control the speed of the reading. 

Rhythm and acoustic devices are easier to pick up when hearing a poem read aloud. Devices like onomatopoeia--when a word actually indicates a sound. An example given was 'crackle.' It made me think of the old advertisement for Rice Krispies--snap, crackle, and pop. Each of those words fit an  acoustic device. 

What about alliteration? Meaning a phrase uses words with the same initial letters, like 'simple songs of summer.' When heard aloud, the alliteration might stand out more. 

What it all comes down to is that reading silently allows for the reader's interpretation, and listening to the poet read aloud gives us the speaker's interpretation. It's up to each person to decide which way they prefer--reading silently or hearing the poet read aloud. 

One reason I like reading a poem silently is that I can read it multiple times. Doing so seems to allow me to appreciate the poem more, to see something the second or third time that I did not on the first go round. Also, some poetry is so beautiful that it deserves to be read more than once. 

 

Monday, October 11, 2010

It's How You Look At It

I wrote several haiku poems during a workshop at the recent convention I attended. Kind of fun to jot them down using a list of words given as prompts. I used them as my submission this week for my wac group. I asked them to tell me which one they liked best and any other suggestions.

Talk about feedback! I had lots of critiques on the five short poems. The one they liked best was the one that was kind of an afterthought and one I even hesitated to send.

Another one left me a bit surprised. I had written about gravestones in France, thinking of the military cemetery we'd visited several weeks ago. What I wrote ended up being understood in two different ways. The poem is below. The word prompt was gravestones.

gravestones in France
all weep tears of anguish
senseless deaths, futile war

I meant that the visitors to the graves wept the tears, but some who read it took it to be the gravestones weeping. When I looked at the poem again, I saw how easily it could have been interpreted that way. So, I need to be more careful about doing that again. On the other hand, isn't poetry rather self-interpretive anyway? Maybe it's OK for different people to see different things in the same few words.  You might also like to know that some thought the last line a bit too 'already done' and suggested rewriting it. So far, I haven't come up with anything to replace that line.

The haiku that they liked best is this one. The word prompt was feather.

feather floats softly
on gentle autumn breeze
bird flies, loss unknown

The suggestion was to remove floats and gentle as they, too, are overused, perhaps even cliched words. Here it is in the new form, and I can see that it is stronger.

feather floats
on autumn breeze
bird flies, loss unknown

My own favorite is this one. The word prompt was came.


trembling hand grasps cane
diamond ring circles finger
life's chain of love

What you write may not be the same thing that readers see.



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