For this month's poetry analysis I decided to find a poem that would enjoy reading a bit more so than other poems. I searched for "poems about fishing" and this poem by Garry Lowry was on the other side of a link in Google. I have always been very fond of fishing and I can even remember times when my father and/or my grandfather took me to the water with them. We would always have really fun and enjoyable times even if we didn't catch any fish, but we did catch some good memories.
I felt like I could relate to this poem. I have always had a strong passion for fishing. I feel the same way that he feels when he says, "last casts were the most bitter." I never really enjoyed when it was time to leave at the end of the day, even if I knew that we would be back out there tomorrow. No one ever knows how their day of fishing is going to eventually turn out.
At the end of Lowry's poem he says, "last casts that hooked tomorrows, netting hope instead of pain." That is how almost every fisherman feels. If you have ever gone fishing, you will understand how this feels. I know first hand that it is pretty disappointing to go dishing in the morning and come back empty-handed in the afternoon.
Ode to the Loop-de-Loop:
We’ve always had a strange
relationship, you and I.
You’re a peculiar sort of sight,
how you look like the distorted
spine of an Apatosaurus.
A brilliant contortion
of steel and physics.
I’m not gonna lie, though.
You scare the shit out of me.
How you manufacture inertia
and sell it to the highest bidder.
How you simultaneously exist
as a masquerade of false gravity
and a centrifuge of boundless euphoria.
This was all more manageable
when you came in the form of
my Hot Wheels play set.
Somewhere I can preside
over your twists and turns,
govern the kinetic energy
between my hands.
But I see how you create a certain sort
of ecstasy. It’s why people run to see
the photograph of their faces after
getting off the ride, to be reminded
that this sort of exhilaration is possible.
Tell me, at what velocity does joy travel?
Does it need a harness?
Or merely the right degree of force
to disentangle the fear from the rapture?
Counting Descent by Clint Smith is a collection of poems that each have very strong meanings. "Ode to the Loop-de-Loop" is one of those poems that you may or may not understand. I had to read this poem a couple of times to really know what the author was trying to say. This poem started making a lot of sense to me the second or third time that I read it.
I feel like this poem is relating to how chaotic our everyday lives are. We face various challenges all the time that we just don't know how to handle. Here is the first stanza:
"We’ve always had a strange
relationship, you and I.
You’re a peculiar sort of sight,"
Life can look rather unappealing from the outside but then again, so are roller coasters. They have these really steep inclines and declines that seem okay when you are on the ground but not so okay when you are actually up there and experiencing it first-hand. Just like in life when something goes wrong, it throws you out of your control. The point that I am trying to make here is that can be very scary sometimes but once you get the hang of it everything starts getting easier and less scary.
1. I like Jeeps
2. I love the outdoors
3. I like classic rock music
4. I want to be a computer engineer or a ballistics expert
5. I like to shoot bows
6. Bob Seger makes great music
7. I don't read that often
8. My favorite fruit is strawberries
9. My favorite food is Mac & Cheese
10. I like to play guitar in my free time