Alankar's Blogs

  I was planning on doing some creative poem, but I genuinely cannot think of anything, so this is just going to be a sort of reflection. So recently, for some mystical reason, a bunch of clips from The Looney Tunes Show started appearing in my YouTube recommendations. As a result, I just binge watched a lot of these short clips. I actually did watch the two seasons of this show when they originally aired back when I was still in elementary school; though, I originally never really thought much of the animated sitcom, which is probably why I completely forgot about its existence until recently. But, maybe because of nostalgia, as I was re-watching these highlights and small segments, I actually began to enjoy the show. So much so, that I’m planning on going through the whole show again during Spring Break. This isn’t even the only show I want to re-watch because of random clips. There’s Phineas & Ferb, SpongeBob SquarePants, and the classic Tom & Jerry cartoon. Alright, y...

                   One plays on repeat and until it is stuck in my mind The other one sticks together, so I add some milk to help the oats unbind. One is meant to motivate “till my bone collapse” While the other is supposed to be nutritional and filling so my poor eating habits don’t relapse. One of them has a flow that’s almost flawless But an hour before I play that track, I eat oatmeal which is the complete opposite as it is so gooey and disordered, it looks completely lawless. Nonetheless, they both require each other and work in tandem Like 2 touching cogs, letting me turn the peddles faster, and with that said, I’ll now end this memorandum.

  To be quite honest, poetry still has not won me over, but I will admit it has earned more of my respect. I understand how every word the poet uses is intentional: as Master Oogway would say, “there are no accidents.” And poetry definitely abides by this. But still, ever since I had to learn about the deconstructionist lens sometime around the beginning of the year, I have been continuously irked by whether I am analyzing the text the way the author intended. I guess the direct application of this analytical method in poetry would be chunking. For instance, while reading the poem for the silent seminar, how I viewed the structure, connotations, etc. of the poem affected how I chunked the poem, which in turn resulted in giving me a conclusion that was widely different than basically everyone else’s. In general, when analyzing large works, this has not been a problem, but when every word carries its own meaning, forming the specific intention the author had in mind when writing, I b...