Final Blogpost
Coming into this class, I didn’t really know what I was anticipating. Poetry has been one of the only forms of artistic expression that I’ve managed to avoid, and this class was my first true exposure to what it’s like outside of the textbook definition that I had to learn in high school. I had thought that with each unit I would be spending countless hours of my day counting syllables and checking my meter in order to get the perfectly pristine and correct poem. Luckily for me, I learned very quickly how wrong I was. Not only did I find myself enjoying the artistic expression of poetry for the first time, I was also fascinated to witness how other people chose to create poetry, and to see what qualities in a written piece they value over others. I also found it difficult to be able to define what qualifies as good poetry. For example, during the surrealist poem unit, I found myself completely baffled as to why anyone would read 4 pages worth of nonsense and qualif...
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