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  " October Cats"      I must have taken this poem literally but it not only confused me but the implications were not good either.  It's a short poem.  I actually liked the poem "The Dogs in the Dutch Paintings" because it was so simple to understand.      In "October Cats" the poem is describing their colors in the images of food. One cat reminded her of graham crackers and milk, which is food.  Another cat reminded the author "Rachal Hadas" of cornbread, another type of food.  Then another  cat was like peaches and cream.  I am good with this poem so far, then the author asks if anybody is hungry?  I do not like the implications of this or understand where she is going with this.  I can understand her relating the colors of the cats to food, until she hits the question about somebody being hungry yet.  She wrote about several other cats of different colors but the question, "who would have ...

     I have written about the feelings of the poem "What I Want" by George Bilgere in my last blog (40-44).  The other poem that I thought was special is the "Hate Poem" by Julie Sheehan (125-126)  The last blog I wrote summed up my analyst of what I thought  Bilgeere's feelings toward the ex-wife are.  The poem goes on brilliantly about what he wants in life but he always comes back to some horrible wish upon his ex-wife.  This poem shows he is not over her but he is trying to get through that threshold.  It is not working as he keeps bringing it up such drastic images of what he would like to happen to his wife.  I still see what I see regardless of what someone else may think or feel.  These poems are to be read and to be interpreted by us, maybe by from previous experience or from the tone we hear in our minds as we read them.  Everyone should be able to express their interpretations.  From my previous blog on "All I w...

               I love this poem better than any others we have gone over so far.  Bilgere's character was like a thin line of love and hate.  His quality of writing is superb.  When   I first read this poem, I read it silently to myself, but I actually laughed out loud.  So I read it again out loud and I laughed again.              I loved the way he talked about what he wants because it was free and refreshing. He  wanted simple things like a good night's sleep and other carefree things.  I loved the way he would go from the present, to his past memories, some of them good, some not so good, but he evened out so well.              This poem gave me the feeling of freedom like having a good night's sleep, riding his bike through a beautiful landscape, wa...

     Once I picked up the book Stitches, I could not put it down until I finished it.  I was not physically abused, I do know about the silence.  I also can relate to David about feeling unloved and lost.  My dad was a quiet man and the only time you really heard him talk at any length was when something was wrong.  My mother, on the other hand, always talked but it was always what you would call griping.      I was once put in the hospital hemorrhaging and stayed for eight days.  I woke up to find my dad sitting there, knowing he had to leave like 4am to go to work and I thought to myself, I am not getting out of this.  My mother had my boys.  So I could feel that, because after I got out of the hospital sometime later my parents told me they didn't expect me to make it.  I can relate in so many ways to this David Small.  He went through all these escapes he enjoyed as I went to my escapes of music, poetry, and...